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Correct You Dead Lyrics
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Correct You Dead
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[Hook] You dead! And that’s just how you’re gonna stay You dead! You don’t get to see another day You dead! We’ve been dancing on your grave, homie You dead! Tried to tell you, you don’t want to play [Verse 1: Nacho Picasso] Only time I get to running’s when the feds is coming Bury money in the bed hid the rest in London I ain’t even going clubbing unless you get my gun in Hit the powder pack first then I dip the blunt in New new chick like Lauren London Cheese steak got extra onions For Pete’s sakes he’s so repugnant He joined a cult, she joint a covenant Shia LeBeouf ‘em, I don’t love ‘em I don’t cuff ‘em, I just stuff ‘em You buy the muff, I buy the muffin I tie ‘em up & don’t buy ‘em nothing Line ‘em up, divide it up White lines I’m high as fuck Bust a nut & then buy a truck Took a bump & then took a dump I don’t love no niggas neither Tattoos & I ain’t a bleeder Tattoos on every finger Life’s a bitch, you aim to please her Life’s a bitch, I’m a wife beater Blood speckles on wife-beaters Sold black tar wearing white sneakers Know white boys with wide peepers That’ll rob you blind like nice speakers I’m a night-owl, late night tweaker Run DMC, on DMT, keep TNT in my Adidas I walked with Jesus, drew Mona Lisa I taught the thesis, I’m cold as freezer They call me Caesar I’m so facetious Increase the peace or increase the pieces [Hook] [Verse 2: Sadistik] I’m inundated, in a daze Out my mind I’m in a phase Innervate my inner-veins My innards drained for entertainment At center stage Spill my guts on dinner plates I’m dead awake, they’ve been afraid My set of fangs may penetrate, uh My limbs still feel dismembered, that's if I still remember Liquid liquor liver dies like live or die by thrilling benders Instill the pressure to break the surface & build it better I'll William Tell em my aim is perfect & kill offenders My top lip is gothic, the bottom is opposite I'm often laconic, they not they just talk Their topics are toxic, obnoxious & nauseous, etcetera I better not get what they got I know I'm not one of em Running with wolves, and keeping that pack Under the moon, I can see in the black Eat through the fat, hunt and pursue I turn nothing to something deceive and attack They feed on the last I proceeded to pass And repeat it, read it on my lips It's chronic when they cross their tongues Just to talk to haunted ones, you dead [Hook] [Verse 3: Mr. MFN eXquire] Yo, I’m a dead bee, no buzz I don’t give a fuck, nigga I’m focused I’m a urban legend, like the Loch Ness This fur’s a yeti, this fur’s a vest This verse a blur, my words a blur Obscure absurd, I’ma merk this nerd Doing a drive-by, I swerve & squirt Wave bye-bye, merge with the earth I’m Mufasa, King Jaffe Joe On Viagra fucking a sloppy hoe I grip her ass like I’m kneading dough You wear Jordan skullcaps with fucking minks You a fucking weirdo I don’t give a fuck, I’m fuck-less I’m drunk as fuck, I’m hopeless I’m Basquiat, I am Malcolm X Bitches in the club be like That nigga ain’t got no type respect I don’t give a fuck, you still gone fuck My pops said he like my music I just say fuck too much Well fuck you pops This how the fuck you made me Fucking wild, fucking crazy
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