Mr. Dead Folx Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me (Blaze) I was the first to put it down Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta

Stick Ya Hands Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze) I catch'em while they sleeping, always

Casket Blaze Ya Dead Homie

smack a couple bitches Runnin' mothafuckas for the rips and they riches Ain't shit changed but the month and year Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers Pigs scatter on the street when the dead

Bump This Shhh Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) Everybody got a song that they want you to hear Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear Before I listen, you already know what you like You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream

The Touch Of Death Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus) The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave You can not be saved You can not be saved (Blaze) There was once a man that couldn't die

Shotgun Blaze Ya Dead Homie

, type mentality (Blaze) I'll shoot you in the day, like my heater stay on toast And Grundy build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost I got an itchy trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ 15 shells

Etched Out Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(And that'd for life bitch) Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch (Blaze) So know I show up with a shotgun, enough shells to blow

If I Fall Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Ever since back when I was alive I always thought to myself what it would be like to die Today I'm more dead than a doornail Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell And if I ever fall short of the

Hey You Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on (Blaze) Hey love, do them titties got a name This is dead body

Out Tha Gate Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk

Further From Truth Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know And casually throw it all right out the window

Roll It Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves Shakin, like ain't nobody

Climbing Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) "Look the history lessons over motherfuckas You still to learn one thing tho Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherfucker Even if there's like 52 thousand rungs Man don't ever hesitate

Juggalo Anthem Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Insane Clown Posse (Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's

Swarm Dark Lotus

(God Is Here) AHHHHH (God Is Here) Necronomicon is coming (God Is Here) EWWWWIEWWWDUDU (God Is Here) AHHHHHAUGH [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Mass Murdera (Yeah) Strangla (Yeah) Wig Splitta (Whut)

He's Dead Scarface

Old McDonald had a farm Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick (Is he dead?)

With the Lotus Dark Lotus

gorilla press cars I rock write a Lotus on my chest made of red scars [Monoxide Child] With my Lotus We steal a sun and hide it in our pockets And leave your bleedin' world hidden in total darkness [Blaze

Dead Homiez Ice Cube

'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with(Damn!)

Dead Goon Mr. Bungle

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless Kids can be so cruel No one will ever know Smash the feeling Suck...

Dead Goon Mr. Bungle

Nobler than Oedipus Clairvoyant and toothless Foreplay with no friends Premature until the end I've got a secret Babbling senseless No one will ever know Kids can be so cruel Smash the feeling Su...

Dead As We Negative

I was holding her forever Through the tears we smiled together And commitment cost me more than I could pay This blaze of despair is all that I can feel When love that was meant for us will be as dead

Something Dark Lotus

Cause the more I look at myself The more...fuck I don't know The more I think about it I think my fucking head's gonna explode [Monoxide Child:] Wigs splitting Leaving all your family members dead

Mr. Punch Future Bible Heroes

Everybody gets it sometime, sorry Virus, fire, gryoscope, lear jet, lorry Choking on a chicken bone lurking in lunch And you're dead, dead, dead But not Mr Punch That Mr Punch, he's a rum one, ain't he

Dead, Dead, Dead South Park

<< Dead, Dead, Dead >> --- South Park Juan: Dead, Dead, Dead; Someday you'll be dead. Dead, Dead, Dead; Someday we'll all be dead.

Dead Dead Dead RyoT(료티), WVN

걔 게이취급받아 K 힙합 Nah fuck that 니엉덩이 나 팔아 문젠 너가 아냐 너를 메이킹하는 니회사 Screw that bitch man aint done shit U see that bum on a street reminds me Of u I need power and the money To put u in the casket dead

Dead Women 원 트릭 포니스

Dead women by the highway Half eaten by the hounds Or buried in the hillside Rotting underground Raped and strangled to death Now dumped as the aftermath Stockings around your necks Got some cracks on

Why My Homie? Silkk The Shocker

Why My Homie? Album: The Shocker [Master P] Damn.

Dead Wrong All That Remains

follow wantless admiration Shameless you dig for status on your knees crawl Validation becomes an all consuming goal Intruding nature demanding one to play the roll You're not worth my time Ya

Dead Man Alessia Cara

If you're really there Then why can I walk right through ya?

DEAD ¥$ 외 2명

her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin'

Dear Mr. Fantasy Grateful Dead

Dear Mr. Fantasy Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all feel happy. Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy.

Mr. Rotten Treats Insane Clown Posse

you have just told your story J So what bitch, you sit here every day and tell stories I'll tell a story in this mutha fucka See he doesn't want me to tell my story 'cause he knows my story, it's about Mr

Sticky Icky Situation ABK

Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff Lyrics [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches don't smoke for

What U Thinkin' About? Violent J

Nate The Mack, my homie from way back Everybody got a homie like that In fact, I hope he okay I hope his momma doing good (You should call him) Maybe I should What you thinkin' about?

Dead cell Papa Roach

anti-socia Plug them in and turn them on Process data, make yourself the bomb What is your target What is your reason Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing Seizing this opportunity to speak Ya

Dead Wrong Notorious BIG

The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong [Notorious B.I.G. - Verse One] Relax and take notes, while I take tokes

Kill Me ABK

stoppin me Bulletproof preventin you from poppin me Unless your targets on my face Don't think to call yourself a G Cause me and my heater don't like no Set trippin hoes buggin hard in my warzone Crack ya

Dead Presidents (Feat. Juicy J & Rich Homie Quan) Ty Dolla $ign

Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Wanna see you do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for the dead presidents Do it for

Blaze Monoxide

Smoke something, let the edge be gone, And rewind the song, and homie, pass the bong Blaze Can you roll it up When the beats stop, roll it up Since back in the days I be blazin' up I wanna hear you say

Dead Cell Papa Roach

Seizin' this opportunity to speak Ya didn't say nuttin' but turn your fuckin' cheek Dead cell! Dead cell!

Here Comes Mr. X Dead Milkmen

street With his drunken wife and his kids that he beats He's gonna tell you that life is hard And then he'll dump his trash in your back yard You'll here lots of jokesabout the racially pure When Mr

Blaze! Bryn(브린)

My body on fire burning bright i see bruise color black dark But its bright Flame all over body looks bright ice ice ice all my friends on fire get ya ass right be my lover baby 그럼 내가 식을까 그래 너의

Mr. Pushover Hey Monday

No action just like a sponge You take it till you've made the final plunge So sad that you've lost your spine I hurt for you like this whole mess is mine You are as good as dead now Dead end you've got

Left Him Dead The Prophet Posse

that's fucked up (crunchy blac) A nigga need to find out how we go get some dead presdients or something man (dj paul) You know what I'm sayin a nigga got to get straight around this mother fucker

Pink Cigarette Mr. Bungle

There's just 5 hours left until you find me dead There's just 4 hours left until you find me dead There's just 3 hours left until you find me dead There's just 2 hours left until you find me dead There's

John Blaze Fat Joe

chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter I'm even better than before, iller metaphors Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead

Cellphone's Dead Beck

me some grits Some get down shit Don't need a good reason To let anything rip Radio's cold Solar's infected One by one I'll knock you out God is alone Hardware defective One by one I'll knock you out Mr

Crash Street Kids Mott The Hoople

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just (You'll

Crash Street Kidds Mott The Hoople

The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just (You'll

Dead In The Water Ellie Goulding

not myself And you were someone else I'd say so much to you And I would tell the truth 'Cause I can hardly breathe When your hands let go of me The ice is thinning out And my feet brace themselves I'm dead