Drop Dead

Young K.$. on the beat

Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead

Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead

I got em' droppin'
I been in a box
And your bitch
Give me top
While I sit in a coffin
I paint her Picasso
All on her face
She think i'm an artist
That bitch is retarded
I love her to death
Death is upon us
I'd break in your house
Before i'd break on a promise
I'm gettin' the cheese
Makin' lasagna
I needed the heat
Got me a llama
And I am the grim
Leader of sin
Leadin' the way
Way to the end
Way to pretend
That you worthy of grace
You slavin' to live
No way to begin
Now say it again

Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead

Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead

The darkness surrounds me
Cold skin piercing
My soul everlasting
Bold
Send clearly
Tell me what you think if we die today
Would you stay alive
If everything around you always gave you pain?
Stand through the brimstone burnin'
Stand tall
In the Devil's face
And make him understand
You ain't heard him

Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead
Just drop dead

Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Crawford
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