Just Die

Put a hole in your soul

Make your blood run cold

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run cold

You die

Go rest your eyes

You die

Go testify

You don' fucked with the wrong one today

And you don't want it homie

Fuck what you're trying to say

Your whole existence's phony

Talking so much shit you need'a motherfucking breathmint

And when I hit you with that glock

You'll wonder where your breath went

Always quick to take the dick up out of your mouth to jack your jaw

Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off

And unlike when she be with you, dude

She swallowed it

Now you wanna give me attitude

Bitch, eat a hollowtip

Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth

Kill your handicap and blow your motherfucking brains out

Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake

Pull the trigger, send your soul to Hell for fucking Heaven's sake

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run cold

You die

Gonna rest your eyes

You die

Gonna test the fire

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run cold

You die

Go rest your eyes

You die

Go testify

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers

Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbing motherfucker

Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines

Boy, you need to be a man and grow some nuts to step to me

Run upon you, hit you with that (one, two; one, two)

What you gonna do when I (come through, stun you)

Peel ya fucking cap with a nine millimeter

Better run motherfucker every time that I see ya

If I see ya motherfucker then I wouldn't wanna be ya

Hit you with them heatseekers

I fucking knew it I thought I saw a pussy cat

I pointed to ya when they askin' where the pussy at

YOU COCKSUCKIN-MOTHERFUCKER!

Check my fucking blood-pressure

Pop a couple pills and then I'm coming to get you

Put a hole in your soul

Make your blood run cold

You die

You die

Put a hole in your soul

Make your blood run cold

You die

You die

I'll pull a drive by on ya in a Coupe De Ville

And when I shoot to kill, you know I shoot with skill

And you don't ever see it coming

Got the skills of a Sniper

Put the heat through your body, watch you spill in your diaper

For real, you's a liar, like Pinocchio

And when you talk, it grows

But hoe, it ain't your nose

It's the rage in my soul, it's building like construction

There's a tax on your ass and I'm a make deductions

Take ya functions, put you in a new shit bag

Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag

Twelve gauge, double barrel, pointed at your teeth

Tell your daddy buy a suit and make your momma buy a wreath, peace

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run cold

You die

Go rest your eyes

You die

Go testify

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run cold

You die

Go rest your eyes

You die

Go testify