Just Die

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Boondox - Rap

Just Die

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[Intro] Put a hole in your soul Make your blood run cold [Chorus] Put a hole in your soul Nine millimeter homie, make your blood run cold You can die (Go rest your eyes!) You can side (Go testify!) [Verse 1] You don't fucked with the wrong one today and you don't want it homie Fuck what you're tryin' to say, your whole existence phony Talkin' so much shit you needa motherfuckin' breathe mint And when I hit you with that Glock, you'll wonder where your breathe went Always quick to take the dick up out 'cha mouth to jack your jaw Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off But nuttin' like what she would be with you, dude, she swallowed it Now you wanna give me attitude, bitch, eat a hollowtip Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth Kill your handicap and blow your motherfuckin' brains out Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake Pull the trigger, send your soul to Hell for fuckin' Heaven's sake [Chorus] Pull the heater on ya, put a hole in your soul Nine millimeter homie, make your blood run cold You can die (Go rest your eyes!) You can die (Go testify!) Pull the heater on ya, put a hole in your soul Nine millimeter homie, make your blood run cold You can die (Go rest your eyes!) You can die (Go testify!) [Verse 2] See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers Then you run your mouth 'cause you's a backstabbin' motherfucker Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines Boy, you needa be a man and grow some nuts to step to me Run upon you, hit 'chu with that one, two, one, two What 'chu gonna do when I come through, stun you Peel ya fuckin' cap with a nine millimeter Better run mutherfucker every time that I see ya If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't wanna be ya Hit 'cha with 'em heatseekers, I fuckin' knew that, I thought I saw a pussy cat I pointed to ya when they askin' where the pussy at You cocksuckin' motherfucker! Check my fuckin' blood-pressure Pop a couple pills and then I'm comin' to get 'cha [Chorus] Put a hole in your soul Make your blood run cold You can die You can die Put a hole in your soul Make your blood run cold You can die You can die [Verse 3] I'll pull a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile And when I shot to kill, you know I shot with skill And you don't ever see it comin', got the skills of a Sniper Put the heat through your body, what 'chu spill in your diaper For real, you's a liar, like Pinocchio And when you talk, it grows, but hoe, it ain't your nose It's the rage in my soul, it's buildin' like construction There's a tax on your ass and I'ma make deductions Take ya functions, put 'cha in a new shipbag Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece [Chorus] Pull the heater on ya, put a hole in your soul Nine millimeter homie, make your blood run cold You can die (Go rest your eyes!) You can die (Go testify!) Pull the heater on ya, put a hole in your soul Nine millimeter homie, make your blood run cold You can die (Go rest your eyes!) You can die (Go testify!)

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Credits

Writers
  • Mike E. Clark
  • Boondox