Live Soil

Are you ready for death?
Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot
Are you ready for death?

Animosity pushes me to killer dreams in my sleep
Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk bitches six feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of the sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put six shots in this bitch (six shots)

I'm no security blanket, but I still feel the cold
Even thinkin' murder mayhem when I was six years old
Every now and then, I feel all close to danger
Most of my life 'cause if it don't work, worry and anger
Poisoned by demons, once upon a time my thought was pure

What will I endure in life?
I ain't, so I may never feel secure
Cavi and switchblades, guns and such
Driftin' through life and limpin'
As if I needed a fuckin' crutch

My slug to those who know the darkness that I reach
And those who pump me back every time I buck, get freaked
Now, I'm enraged and feelin' revenge - that makes my blood boil
Payback is a bitch, dirty nigga, and your brand this box

Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot
That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop
Live soil, which means you're the walking dead
And when I blast that ass
I make you remember what you did and said

Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot
That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop
Live soil, which means you're the walking dead
And when I blast that ass
I make you remember what you did and said

I'm pullin' me gauges with me thugs
And givin' me thugs nothin' but love
And sendin' me slugs to you muthafuckin' bustas
That murderin' mayhem, off flippin' up on this shit
As I grabs my nine and puttin' it to your head real quick

And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain
Death is thought inside my muthafuckin' brain
As the fire blaze in my eyes, I'm seein' demons
I'm steady hearin', them muthafuckin' voices screamin'
I stop the big game for some hell
If he don't have the solution, Big Mark is always there
If not nine got me on my muthafuckin' square
And keepin' me puttin' them Teflons in your fuckin' Terry ass

The state pen for life is the home that I'm facin'
Forty-four in my hand, and I'm caressin' it first
I'm just itchin' for the chance to pull the trigger
I'm bustin' round, round, round, round on your ass

Niggas, and how you figure that the game
Will pull your dead-ass weight?
If you ain't got the cash, then you ain't got the game
Nobody wants a nigga when he's down and out
So see I'm creepin' on a come up with two fours in your mouth

I had visions of killin' you and your boys
Retaliator had visions of killin' them
And their bodies got separated
I know ya hate it, but there's no other way around it
Now picture this: Big Mark got them full metal jackets

To penetrate that 6 pack that you call a stomach
I seen your boys vomit when I release these lead bullets
Pop 'em like duels, and fillin' 'em up like fuel
Display it on my street, sense to this wannabe fool
You're live soil

That means that you're the walking dead
So when I blast that ass
You remember what you did and said
But you walking dead, ain't no comin' back
You at your resting place
You live with the soil
So up to the wasteland (wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland)
Now, you understand you live soil, muthafucka

Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot
That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop
Live soil, which means you're the walking dead
And when I blast that ass
I make you remember what you did and said

Niggas, I'm runnin' through them murda plots
Simply ninas, they cocked
In my pocket these deep when I pull and pop
Serve or hold, put it down for the double Glock
Slug hit when the bullshit stops

Droppin' these shells as I bail make 'em
Live soil 'til this body smell
Leavin' a trail of bloody footsteps
Well, show no mercy
Gotta send them to Hell

Under this murderous spell
Flesh, Kamikaze, DN9 and Boss, can all be stalkin' niggas
Caught 'em, caution, drop 'em in the coffin and fade across
Y'all loss Mo Thugs, the Shifters, and Hustla'z
You don't wanna see this organization
Take off, will ya niggas, playa hatin' all over this nation

Station, faced, locate in the wasteland, nothin'
But heartless scandalous dealers, pick an event
And don't start with the fuckas
Hold up with the buck Mo Thugs gon' peel ya
Carry the body to the cemetery
That's where they lay six feet in a ditch
We went with the shotty cockin'
Prepare to murder bitches, snitches, cops on my click

Stop it! Fuck with the Fifth, I'm loyal
When ya get the job done grand and royal
Niggas got broiled, roasted in foil
Makin' the grass turn green and rotting in gas - live soil

Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program
To bring this special report live from downtown with David Elliot
This is disgusting!
David, are you there?
Yes, I'm here, Eric
Yeah, what seems to be the problem?
The problem? The problem is this is disgusting, there's utter chaos everywhere
It's just too soon to speculate what exactly happened
But there are unconfirmed reports that Flesh and Afta Maff have, have, have struck again
Uh, and I'm just a little sick to my stomach, so
We'll keep you posted as to what happens in the near future
But for now, let's go back to Kelly Lockett for the weather, back to you, Kelly
Hi, this is Kelly Lockett; today's hot and sunny, so make sure you get on outside