Lyrics Good Day To Die - Flatlinerz

Good Day To Die

Go ahead, die, fuck, that’s my word, nigga
Let me take a sip, let me sip
(indistinct mumble)
Alright, check this, it’s an unsolved mystery
Why must I die?
Because we’re all gonna die
It’s an unsolved mystery, why must I die?
It’s a good day to die
It’s a good day to die, tell the truth or should I lie
Fucking evil out my mind, ain’t coming through with the nine blast
Like the badass, scraping it, toss it and kill
I’m ready to catch a body, watch a nigga blood spill
All over the morgue floor, more cranks fucking raw
Getting paid out my ass, I’m sticking niggas for the cash
It’s a homicide, we caught two in the alley
I crept off with the corpse and I repossessed their bodies
Like the Devil, I plot in Hell from this spell
That put me 'neath the ground and in the tomb is where I dwell
Not going downtown, I can’t stand the rays
It’s a good day to die, Toss the 'Linerz in the grave
Call me Butter when I ooze down the body like blood
I .30−30 loudmouth ducks like Elmer Fudd
Beware I’m ferocious, like multiple sclerosis
I’ll have you flipping your wig, licking the kid like a Hostess
Where’s the lovable creamy, sweet, soft side?
There is none thicker son, I’m taking em on a rough ride
Don’t front on a blunted pirate
I’m deadly like a virus, AIDS, tuberculosis, hepatitis
IV needles could be deadly when I’m entering
Your body punk like you poked poisoned darts
My one two’s lethal, ask 'em for a fifth
If you swifted to the land of the spirits in my labyrinth
Swift 'em wiser moms, keep your kids inside
Omen’s the tour guide to Hell, make you fucking hype
I’m strangled local whores with my vocal cords to make 'em holler
Demented like your dollar bill’s eye, the type of The triangle
I make a goose-back get back in combat you
Meet the black angel when I react
You won’t have to to buck me, I bust over your head
Look at your brain and say «What made you think you could fuck with me?»
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
hello, hello, DIE!
Now’s the time to front, the dead got nothing more to bring
Other than the order of a soul at the Flatliner Diner
The wicked can, hooligan, the running rebel
The killer grill skill, the messenger of the Devil
I’m reaching from the depths, pulling foes who slept
Killing off the soft with a carcass on my breath
Blood trickles, diamond sickle that was made for thrashing
Ass-backward kids count the bodies, I’ll be bashing
I use suds of blood, meaty flesh for the needy
I slay prey and write my name in graffiti
On Hell’s wall, deface Hell’s hall but what I would say
Mayhem organizer, you died on a good day
I woke up this morning with a chip on my shoulder
The blood in my veins gets colder, colder
Zero below Celcius, about to freeze
And today’s a good day to do away with my enemies
I wanna see 'em all zapped out, I got the plan knocked out
Now’s the time and I’ma bring the cops out
So duck down as I empty my rounds
I’m aiming for 'em, but my black talons have no name on 'em
Heads are gonna be severed, let the baldies
Kill a teen and the Linerz’ll pull the lever, today’s your day for death
You wanna know why, punk?
'Cause it’s a good day to die
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
hello, hello, DIE!
It’s Da Undertaker and I dare you to sneeze
So I can squeeze them right through you with a breeze
Swallowing souls just to quench my thirst
I’m doing drive-by's in my minivan hearse
I lace bodies in plastic, I’m off to Jurassic
Feed off fresh flesh and melt the rest down to us
Spark up, boom in the basket
As I lay, best believe I caught 'em on a good shake
Yourself, horrorcore rules in the
Fool, I’m waiting to drown your ass in a pool
Of your own oozing blood, how I love to shove?
Your castrated corpse up under the mud with the bugs
Pull out the red, butt fuck the motherfucking innards
Flatline master fist coming to throw you with the leanest
My my my, gots to lie to the gravemen
Today’s your day for making 'em die
Now, couldn’t you believe it was a good day to die?
My personality gets ruined, and then it’s graveyard time
It’s time to catch a body, man
Handle it, pan-handle man, put your soul in the can, man
I’m pissed off, man, I’m ready to rip, I’m ready to flip
Put my boys on your knee, making human beings leak
I’m blood splat death, where’s the next?
I’ma trip
So I don’t get lost, I follow the drip, I follow the drip
When I do, what I’ll be doing, killing and drinking brewing
I stay slam dunking bodies in crowds like Ewing
I burn your body in a bucket of grass
It’s the Gravedigger putting fear in your stinking ass
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
It’s a good day to die, today’s your day
hello, hello, DIE!