8 Ways to Die

Psychopathic (the hatchet)
 28 motherfucking years (28 years)
 Hottest in the game
 Respect that (respect that)
 8 ways to die
 Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,
 DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope
 4 in the morning
 Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)
 My life's important man
 I don't mean shit to nobody especially you
 Never scared to pull something out of
 My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)
 Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back
 Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track
 Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?
 S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool
 Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams
 Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme
 Premo
 Woooo! (?)
 Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)
 It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why
 It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch
 Hit that 5th and chug
 (?) meth buzz
 So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch
 I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county
 I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me
 I got lots of haters
 I'm always counting paper
 My shoes are made from an alligator
 I don't sell no re-rock
 I don't rock no g-shock
 I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac
 What do you want? I got it all
 I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball
 She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me
 You can fuck with me
 You can fuck with me
 You can fuck with me
 You can fuck with me
 I put the dope in the pot (forreal)
 I can run up in your spot
 All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock
 Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me
 The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me
 Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit
 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip
 All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit
 Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique
 Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire
 Let the air out your head like a flat tire
 Are you in good hands better call State Farm
 Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm
 I'm gone
 I'm thugged out
 I was raised in the drug house
 I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out
 Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now
 I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out
 Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah
 Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!
 I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown
 I never get it twiztid Mo-Town
 I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus
 I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus
 I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens
 But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas
 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider
 I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert
 Just killing anyone thats happy you alive
 A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified
 With a nail gun
 Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue
 Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its
 The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from
 Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid
 If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid
 I'm with that dark juggalo clique
 The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit
 I got a dick hard buffalo dick
 I might start humping your chick
 I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out
 Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede
 Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe
 Bring them raccs out
 Succa brain bout to get splat now
 Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now
 Sin City on blacc out
 Extension cords in that trap house
 We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house
 Talk that shit down
 "Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now"
 Say what?!?
 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down
 How bout that now?
 17 tat now
 17 raccs now
 Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd
 Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit
 I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip
 You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc
 You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch
 Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate
 All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate
 What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate
 I can be stepping on all over these rapper
 Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take
 Ouija
 MAFIA! DJ PAUL!
 Hunnit off in a clip
 (?)
 Double barrel, double R on the grill
 Diamond fangs in a grip
 Johnny Dang got the drip
 Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G
 (?)
 Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P
 Nigga this is just a PSA
 I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP
 Pass the weed like a(?)
 Niggas copy but I do get paid
 Surf's up tryna ride this wave
 I got pocket rockets and some knotted
 Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe
 20 bitches on a 20 gauge
 20 haters thats 20 graves
 Beat the case like MMA
 Run the club like some (?)
 (?) to this silence
 I'm colorblind til' I get violent
 Run your mouth you got some mileage
 Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga
 Take me out the worst way
 Apocalypse on my birthday
 When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday
 For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn
 Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off
 And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me
 What's in my hands? Ain't my ID
 At gunpoint make you recite me
 I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me
 Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes
 I'm in that house like a home
 Invasion because your family need a renovation
 Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan
 I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off
 Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and
 I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school
 (?) hang with villains too
 Death is here I'm feeling cruel
 Burnt flesh thats brand loyal
 Bullet holes your guts boil
 King of nothing, Fuck royal
 There will be blood, I struck oil
 What I'm Freddy Kruger
 Lex Luthor
 Chad Kroeger
 The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars
 Sippin' Boocha
 Your boo (?)
 Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka
 I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head
 You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead
 I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon
 Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom
 I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes
 And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes
 I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand
 You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)
 The hatchet been chopping for years
 I flex on all of my peers
 So high I be poppin' your ears
 You rocking a toilet career
 You bust to a brush in a mirror
 You flush and your fans disappear
 Your stacks are like flat as a beer
 Left out in the sun for a year
 Traitor's scowling
 Red moon howling
 Decades deep stomach still growling
 Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'
 Til' your Momma threw the towel in
 But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded
 But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it
 With that shing-shing-shing-shing
 Walla-walla bing bing
 Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang
 Six Six Fivin'
 Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing
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