| You dead! |
| And that’s just how you’re gonna stay
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| You dead! |
| You don’t get to see another day
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| You dead! |
| We’ve been dancing on your grave, homie
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| You dead! |
| Tried to tell you, you don’t want to play
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| Only time I get to running’s when the feds is coming
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| Bury money in the bed hid the rest in London
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| I ain’t even going clubbing unless you get my gun in
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| Hit the powder pack first then I dip the blunt in
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| New new chick like Lauren London
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| Cheese steak got extra onions
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| For Pete’s sakes he’s so repugnant
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| He joined a cult, she joint a covenant
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| Shia LeBeouf ‘em, I don’t love ‘em
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| I don’t cuff ‘em, I just stuff ‘em
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| You buy the muff, I buy the muffin
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| I tie ‘em up & don’t buy ‘em nothing
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| Line ‘em up, divide it up
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| White lines I’m high as fuck
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| Bust a nut & then buy a truck
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| Took a bump & then took a dump
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| I don’t love no niggas neither
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| Tattoos & I ain’t a bleeder
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| Tattoos on every finger
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| Life’s a bitch, you aim to please her
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| Life’s a bitch, I’m a wife beater
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| Blood speckles on wife-beaters
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| Sold black tar wearing white sneakers
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| Know white boys with wide peepers
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| That’ll rob you blind like nice speakers
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| I’m a night-owl, late night tweaker
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| Run DMC, on DMT, keep TNT in my Adidas
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| I walked with Jesus, drew Mona Lisa
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| I taught the thesis, I’m cold as Frieza
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| They call me Caesar I’m so facetious
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| Increase the peace or increase the pieces
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| I’m inundated, in a daze
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| Out my mind I’m in a phase
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| Innervate my inner-veins
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| My innards drained for entertainment
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| At center stage
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| Spill my guts on dinner plates
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| I’m dead awake, they’ve been afraid
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| My set of fangs may penetrate, uh
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| My limbs still feel dismembered, that’s if I still remember
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| Liquid liquor liver dies like live or die by thrilling benders
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| Instill the pressure to break the surface & build it better
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| I’ll William Tell em my aim is perfect & kill offenders
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| My top lip is gothic, the bottom is opposite
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| I’m often laconic, they not they just talk
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| Their topics are toxic, obnoxious & nauseous, etcetera
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| I better not get what they got I know I’m not one of em
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| Running with wolves, and keeping that pack
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| Under the moon, I can see in the black
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| Eat through the fat, hunt and pursue
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| I turn nothing to something deceive and attack
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| They feed on the last I proceeded to pass
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| And repeat it, read it on my lips
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| It’s chronic when they cross their tongues
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| Just to talk to haunted ones, you dead
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| Yo, I’m a dead bee, no buzz
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| I don’t give a fuck, nigga I’m focused
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| I’m a urban legend, like the Loch Ness
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| This fur’s a yeti, this fur’s a vest
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| This verse a blur, my words a blur
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| Obscure absurd, I’ma merk this nerd
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| Doing a drive-by, I swerve & squirt
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| Wave bye-bye, merge with the earth
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| I’m Mufasa, King Jaffe Joe
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| On Viagra fucking a sloppy hoe
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| I grip her ass like I’m kneading dough
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| You wear Jordan skullcaps with fucking minks
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| You a fucking weirdo
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m fuck-less
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| I’m drunk as fuck, I’m hopeless
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| I’m Basquiat, I am Malcolm X
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| Bitches in the club be like
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| That nigga ain’t got no type respect
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| I don’t give a fuck, you still gone fuck
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| My pops said he like my music
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| I just say fuck too much
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| Well fuck you pops
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| This how the fuck you made me
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| Fucking wild, fucking crazy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Dead , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Salo Sessions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп