Тексты песен «Blaze Ya Dead Homie»

(Chorus 2x) No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash It's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me...

[Yo Blaze you nasty] [You know you nasty] [Man you so nasty] [You know you nasty] [Yo Blaze you nasty] Scabs and bubble gum peanut butter on a toe nail, Flicking boogers in your ginger ale, Itch my thang, Bust...

(Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk this mic...

What up y'all? This Jed Thumpman Let me tell y'all a little story About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze Now everytime we roll up a joint Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze Man fuck Blaze This...

Real G shit Who wanna fuck with the unfadable, dead man? Body count deeper than a vietnam veteran So whatcha lookin at? So what I'm dead bitch? And I'll dump a whole clip in ya neck though Got the 20/40 vision...

(Blaze) I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves Shakin, like ain't nobody shakin' better...

Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride?! Who wanna ride?! It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go Pull a 2-11 on the neighborhood...

Yo this is serious shit right here Me and my boys, we don't fuck around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with You know what? Y'all done fucked up Here go...

f/ Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid * send corrections to the typist (Jamie Madrox talking) Yo this is serious shit right here Me and my boys, we don't fuck around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me, my...

f/ Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid * send corrections to the typist (Jamie Madrox talking) Yo this is serious shit right here Me and my boys, we don't fuck around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me, my...

(Chorus) Err'ybody get your shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set, type...

(Chorus) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze) I catch'em while they sleeping, always on...

Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet...

Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the Mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that Mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet...

You should not have come here You're not welcome here This place is of death I'm the crypt keeper in charge of the netherworlds deathvalley is made up of skeletons and unspoken words vultures fly by like ghetto birds...

Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in the pits of hell, his name is most adequate. Ladies and...

Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the Evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in the Pits of hell, his name is most adequate. Ladies and...

Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the Evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in the Pits of hell, his name is most adequate. Ladies and...

(Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's up, ridin' from the cradle to...

(Chorus) The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave You can not be saved You can not be saved (Blaze) There was once a man that couldn't die In fact...