chatter up above They sayin' can ya "kick the do' up?" I'm still stuck I'm dead as shit, I know where I'm at now Chillin' with the dead, one with the
for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste The grave
runnin' with a hatchet) [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Where my dead thugs? Who jack fools and slang drugs And call each other ??? Who ain't afraid to ride through the hood
(feat. Anybody Killa) [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
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,
like Anybody Killa I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' Then choke yo' ass to death so
he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom I put two slugs
quarters of my body They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without
don't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead Cuz an axe just severed yo' head And what
And it's the raw deal Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled Where ya gonna be when the phantom's floating after ya In the zone muthafucka! People running Dead men gunning Ya
Can't see my babies today, that's why you gotta go Babies mama, shit, why I call you that Ain't n'thin' to me, been self-attained a hood rat Given half
nasty, you know you nasty, yo Blaze you nasty Scabs and bubble gum, peanut butter on ya toe nail Flickin' boogers in ya ginger-ail Get's my chain, bust ya
Yo, this is Anybody mothafuckin' Killa! This crew don't feel pain! We Psychopathic! Especially my dead homie Blaze! Tell me, how the hell a dead mothafucka gonna die!!!?!??! [Blaze
You's a bitch Trick ass, snitch mothafuca Type bitch, sleepin' with the enemy, sucka Don't let me catch ya slippin' in the darkness We ain't friends,