DEAD SPACE

(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)
(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)

Throw you outta your whip
Motherfucker, I'ma dip
Won't skip
When I'm jogging with jagan
Right through your crib
Get a grip
'Cause I'm ripping the fabric into your mind
Got my third eye aligned
With the dragon of the black fire
I can see your trepidation
Heart racing
Go take a breath
Devastation to go medicate
Emanates all the lead
I be picking up the pen
And the paper to bring your end
I'ma detonate
Regenerate gotta "m" on my head
Couple in the bank
Same cage white sage
Black rage out thе cage
No more monochrome
I was running out of timе
But I opened up my eyes
And the color came to life
Now I gotta home
Collar bones getting blown
With the chopper
Make a gnome out a clone
Now they standing 3 foot 4
It's the prime time killa
And the Grey Gorilla
And we breaking through the front
And the back door

(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)
(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)

Knock a motherfucker down
Stop him in his tracks
Grabbed the mask in the tomb
Barry bond
Motherfuckers with a spiked bat
Hard nine left flat
Mossberg pump back
Bringing that Uzi
'Cause you on the wrong side of the tracks
I will demolish
And leave you in puddles of blood
And enough of emotions
They soft as they come
Leave no descendants
I'll toe-tag a bitch
As I leave you in crumbs
Never say, "Hi"
'Cause you could never be safe
Commit to my word
And the evil you'll face
We'll take you down under
Where demons embrace
They'll leave you in terror
And shake up your faith
Angels begin to fall
I hit 'em with lightning
'Cause bitch, I'm the ruthless
Cry
But there is no god
You scream out your prayers
But bitch, it is useless

(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)
(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)
(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)
(Die, through ya dome)
(Die, Die, through ya dome)

Bringing that famine
I'ma bring that smoke
Cook a motherfucker
Like salmon like roe hoe
Caught another body
Now they tagging that toe
Bringing all the metal
With the star like Joe
Big gete with the cannon
Now another boutta see
How I go and light the block
And your family tree
With the nen out my finger
I'm pulling a frank
They afraid of the troupe
I got the fish out of the tank
Bodies go missing
The soul scroll is tripping
The corpses have just risen
Amongst all your living
Murder the mission
Bring it to fruition
I'm taking a piss
Where your name has been written
Two gunshots
Leave another braindead
Pull up to his fucking block
Paint the motherfucker red
Get 'em fed
With that fucking lead
Like a bird to bread
Bringing dread
With that 12 gauge
I'm pulling the threads