(chorus) x2   Die!!!, I choose before you   One by one we will pick you   You will die!!!   (fuck it....psychological)      Verse one:   Siccmade music comin up out yo speaker    Catch the reeper night crawler creeper   Dig a ditch get a bitch nigga dig a ditch deeper   I'ma take yo head with this street sweeper   Leave yo brains on yo speaker   Smash off in yo jeep   Do to bitches i'ma get real hostle   Get sick like mono in stroddle   Smash down on the throddle   More scratch than lucky luciano   Serve more mutha fuckas than Ronald   Creep up on ya like Bennett    Send on to ya forehead and then like they said I fled   Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed   Take ya wife and rape her no caper   Tie the bitch to the bed   Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge   Real lunatic and sicc-fed   And thats some sentimental shit   I just might drip cream from my dick   When I'm off that   Smirnoff gin mix with o.e. I'm hard and wet   O.e. kept tellin' me no   But this smirnoff kept tellin' me yes   Mess maker raper   All about my paper   Throw yo hands over yo eyes   As yo thoughts intensify yo will (die!!!)      (chorus) x2   (first degree the d.e.)   (deep voice)   Greetings..have a seat   Let me be the first to actually greet you to the basement   We've heard you've been busy   Ahaha we've heard you've been busy   We've learn from a bird that you've been   Doin' a little bit of this   Doin' a little bit of that   Stealing peoples scratch   Stabbin' in the back   We don't think it's fair !   When we found you you were nothing   Now you are our nothing   Is there room for unrest   Die.... you will !!!      (chorus)   I promise      Verse two:   I'm wes craven on tape   So plug yo pussy clits   Cause I get sicker than a syphilis dick   And yo mama won't like my shit nigga   Admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi   Loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write yo tape next   Me I do hot sex   Razor blade and alcohol swarzanigga ceremonial ripsneck   Then I write my shit next   So feel yo insides and yo intestints when you mix me wit   The whiskey tell'em situation risky wit a nail-gun through   Yo eye you will   I got this endo suckin me dry   I got this slut bitch suckin me dry   Bout to wet the bed up   It was the perfect setup   Bloody sheets (bloody sheets)   No body (no body)   No murder weapon   I got this endo suckin me dry   I got this slut bitch suckin me dry   It was the perfect setup   Bout to wet the bed up   Bloody sheets   No body (no body)   No murder weapon      (chorus) x4   Thats why we die x8      Thats my name don't wear it out   You don't know about my whereabouts