Rather Die
I can touch the planets through the roof of my car
You're reaching for the Heavens, only bark at the stars
Now all your hundred thousands best remember my name
I'd sucker punch an army if they got in my way
I came to kill 'em, now I'm
Wipin' the spit from my eyes
I take a beating, but I
I'll never give up
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I'm a kamikaze, you're just turnin' me on
So light 'em up or smoke 'em like a nuclear bomb
Know sooner or later you'll be singin' along
Like, "Ah na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na"
I came to kill 'em, now I'm
Wipin' the spit from my eyes
I take a beating, but I
I'll never give up
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
You see me shooting through the heavens like a holy laser
My powers of deduction cut you like your mornin' razor
And if you want it like I want it, guess I'll see you later
'Cause Jesus made me outta flesh, and I'm a fornicator
You see me shooting through the heavens like a holy laser
My powers of deduction cut you like your mornin' razor
And if you want it like I want it, guess I'll see you later
'Cause Jesus made me outta
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
You're reaching for the Heavens, only bark at the stars
Now all your hundred thousands best remember my name
I'd sucker punch an army if they got in my way
I came to kill 'em, now I'm
Wipin' the spit from my eyes
I take a beating, but I
I'll never give up
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I'm a kamikaze, you're just turnin' me on
So light 'em up or smoke 'em like a nuclear bomb
Know sooner or later you'll be singin' along
Like, "Ah na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na"
I came to kill 'em, now I'm
Wipin' the spit from my eyes
I take a beating, but I
I'll never give up
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
You see me shooting through the heavens like a holy laser
My powers of deduction cut you like your mornin' razor
And if you want it like I want it, guess I'll see you later
'Cause Jesus made me outta flesh, and I'm a fornicator
You see me shooting through the heavens like a holy laser
My powers of deduction cut you like your mornin' razor
And if you want it like I want it, guess I'll see you later
'Cause Jesus made me outta
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
Oh, oh, I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather die
I think I'd rather
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Writer(s): Jerry Yeh, Neil Richard Ormandy, Barnaby Courtney
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