Death Wish (feat. J Dog)
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats from the president, he gon' be on to yo ass (Hey)
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats on yo Messenger, they gon' be speaking the facts (Hey)
Fuck you, you got buck teeth
You're a piece of shit, don't fuck with me
You're a stupid fool, you can't rap, see
Battle me and get stabbings
In the Adam's apple while laughing
Rap careers can't blast me
Fuck around and get carsick
'Cause I'm ill enough to start arsons
You smell like yo granny
Go cry to yo nanny
Bitch, you can't even phase me
I'll cook you up like steakmeat
You gay enough to make babies
'Till I reposess your car daily
Fuckin' faggot can't face me
'Cause I stabbed the queer with M-80s
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats from the president, he gon' be on to yo ass (Hey)
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats on yo Messenger, they gon' be speaking the facts (Hey)
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats from the president, he gon' be on to yo ass (Hey)
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats on yo Messenger, they gon' be speaking the facts (Hey)
Fuck you, you got buck teeth
You're a piece of shit, don't fuck with me
You're a stupid fool, you can't rap, see
Battle me and get stabbings
In the Adam's apple while laughing
Rap careers can't blast me
Fuck around and get carsick
'Cause I'm ill enough to start arsons
You smell like yo granny
Go cry to yo nanny
Bitch, you can't even phase me
I'll cook you up like steakmeat
You gay enough to make babies
'Till I reposess your car daily
Fuckin' faggot can't face me
'Cause I stabbed the queer with M-80s
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
I'll be up, you'll be down
Motherfuckers come around
Slit your wrist, hit your hoe
You gon' think you're one of those
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats from the president, he gon' be on to yo ass (Hey)
Death wish on your bedroom and you gon' be under attack (Hey)
Death threats on yo Messenger, they gon' be speaking the facts (Hey)
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Breckenridge, Jeremiah Hargis Jr.
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