Lyrics Ready To Die - CryJaxx, M.O.J.O, BENJA

Ready To Die

You better bring a strap and a vest
If we really gotta do this then I gotta suggest
Give your wife and your children and your mother your best
There’s no time to rest when you’re dealing with death
Ready To Die!
And «No» is the wrong answer, a no-chancer
Holes in your chest like lung cancer
A rope dancer, boy the stakes is high
The fucking game is mine, I’m not afraid to die, yeah
The way up is always longer than it seems
So, if you’re morbidly obese
You shouldn’t do that to your knees
Bitch please, get the fuck out if you’re easily offended
I’m not your gender-studies fucking wannabe professor
Someone call the fire department
A prodigy, a fire starter
Going further and farther
It’s getting darker it’s clear
I’m even harder this year
And kick your ass into a pit like «This is Sparta» in here
Ready To Die!
Straight from the cellars of death
Harness darkness in these lyrics, feel the pain in my breath
Ain’t no second to best, I could care less of the rest
Ain’t playin' checkers, but chess, takin' it straight to the chest
Ready To Die!
This ain’t for the feeble-minded, seek asylum
Better watch your back, I’m 'bout to leave you spineless
Moment of silence, death on arrival
It’s perfect timing, dead or alive, we will never go quiet
And we changin' the climate
On a suicide mission, this a reaper assignment
Makin' sacrifices, gotta double down on it
Visions in my mind, but I want a crown on it
Someone call the fire department
A prodigy, a fire starter
Going further and farther
It’s getting darker it’s clear
I’m even harder this year
And kick your ass into a pit like «This is Sparta» in here
Ready To Die!