Better Off Dead

Lyrics
[Chorus] Better off dead... Better off dead Better off dead... Better off dead [Verse 1: Half Dead] Check out the way is going down I got the Dre popping the sound of gun claps in the background Past the Tron, Mr. Bomb, they said it's bad for your health I'm so dope, I'm 'bout to smoke myself So take that to your chest, [?] like a death Goin' through your vest when I finessed a split Comin' straight out of New York I don't like to talk, I walk the walk leavin' bustas outlined in white chalks Permanent, so I say paint No, I'm not insane sayin' some shit that's makin' niggas feel faint Bitches chuck up, it's a stick up, brother's gettin' stuck up I want everybody to shut the fuck up From the giddy up, hurry up and pass the currency over to me Or else our heads is turning burgundy There ain't no love in his heart for your opponents Your rodents every time I kill a brother, yo, it's a Kodak moment [Chorus X2] [Verse 2: Blast] Take a syringe to stick your gut Plus might peek out and give a fuck when it's running out, let's cut But what? I give a fuck about nothing Age affected needles just got your stomach Punk, I cut ass with that stab shit Nervous just like a fuck from off the land found in the paper bag, lit it Raised above the lycopathic shit, lit ass off in the pits Brought the shadow down, the blacksmith got a clip Slump thumper, you see me, yeah, [?] I stick ya Rip off, ooh, ain't broken, I found this bitch in a trash chute Fuck it, bitch, it's better than sex, I catch you rush Enough asses to motherfucker, my dick come if I see you cut like the piss Do something, slump jungle, son of a bitch Spread the bitch's clit, skinny like a swine belly then split I snapped nerves and shot like a 45 attack I said it cuz I get off one of my words, kid, I'm that Twitched up nerve cells help my mind lay a blade to a kid Leaving bots like a boo, hiyah, the fuck Brother, keep your bullshit distance, set it all Cut myself up with razor blades, Dead, I'm better off Check it [Chorus] [Verse 3: Half Pit] Murder, murder, aw fuck, the rusty razor Rip apart, hitting so deep, the steel got stuck Straight through your vest to your chest cavity black Locking on your ribs till the bloody shits crack (ow!) The lead showers, a tower burnin' like the inferno Busting out your corpse, your soul needs to burn up Now we're blastin' out the cut Bitch ass niggas get they shit split and hold the fuck up (nigga) So take your last breath, check, watch the hammer drop 45 Glock to your skull, you'll get shit shot (pow!) Motherfuckers want me to love, I can't love There's no love, ayo, Lord, fuck love (uh) I got the crazy rendezvous with depths The gun clapped, you get gat slapped, dyin' on your [?] back I had a dream, I got smoked the fuck up I can hear they're off dead, but I ain't never wakin' up [Chorus]
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Credits
- Producers
- Michael Grier