Die; 1 by 1

Lyrics
(Chorus) DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE (fuck it....psychological) [Verse 1] Siccmade Muzicc comin up out yo speaker Catch the reeper, night crawlin' creeper Dig a ditch, get a bitch nigga, dig a ditch deeper I'mma take yo head with this street sweeper Leave yo brains on yo speaker Smash off in yo jeep, ah Due to bitches I'mma get real hostile Get the signal mono It's auto smash down on the throttle More scratch than lucky luciano Serve more mutha fuckas than gronnup Creep up on ya like dunnup Send one to ya forehead and then like they said I fled Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Take ya wife rape her, no caper Tie the bitch to the bed Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge Real lunatic and sicc-fed And that's some sentimental shit I just might drip cream from my dick When I'm off that Smirnoff Gin mixed with O.E., I'm hard and wet O.E. kept tellin' me no But this Smirnoff Gin kept tellin' me YES Mess maker, raper All about my caper Throw yo hands over yo eyes As yo thoughts intensify, you will.. (Chorus) DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE (First Degree The DE) Greetings... have a seat... Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement We've heard you've been busy AHAHA we've heard you've been busy We learned from a bird that you've been Doin' a little this Doin' a little that Stealing people's scratch Stabbin' us in the back And we don't think its FAIR ! When we found you, you were nothing Now you are our nothing Is there room for unrest Die.... YOU WILL !!! (chorus) DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE I promise [Verse two] I'm Wes Craven on tape So plug yo pussy clits Cause I get sicker than a syphilis dick And yo mama won't like my shit, nigga Admit if you was sittin up in yo room high Loaded up in yo tape deck, ready to write yo tape next Me, I do hot sex Razor blades and alcohol, Swartzaniggaz ceremonial rips necks Then I write my shit next So feel yo insides and intestines when you mix me wit the whisky Tell'em situation risky Put a nail gun through yo eye, you will I got this endo suckin me dry I got this slut bitch suckin me dry Bout to wet the bed up It was the perfect setup Bloody sheets (bloody sheets) No body (no body) No murder weapon I got this endo suckin me dry I got this slut bitch suckin me dry It was the perfect setup Bout to wet the bed up Bloody sheets No body (no body) No murder weapon (chorus) DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE DIE, Like the ones before you One by one we will take you Aaahhhhhhggh....you will DIE That's why they die That's why they die That's why they die That's why they die That's why they die That's why they die That's why they die That's why they die That's my name, don't wear it out You don't know about my whereabouts
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Credits
- Writers
- Brotha Lynch Hung