go ahead die fuck thats my word nigga let me take a sip let me sip alright check this it s an unsolved mystery why must i die because we re all gonna die it s an unsolved mystery why must i die it s a good day to die it s a good day to die tell the truth or should i lie fucking evil out my mind ain t coming through with the nine blasts like the badass scraping it toss it and kill i m ready to catch a body watch a nigga blood spill all over the morgue floor more cranks fucking raw getting paid out my ass i m sticking niggas for the cash it s a homicide we caught two in the alley i crept off with the corpse and i repossessed their bodies like the devil i plot in hell from this spell that put me neath the ground and in the tomb is where i dwell not going downtown i can t stand the rays it s a good day to die toss the linerz in the grave call me butter when i ooze down the body like blood i 30 30 loudmouth ducks like elmer fudd beware i m ferocious like multiple sclerosis i ll have you flipping your wig licking the kid like a hostess where s the lovable creamy sweet soft side there is none thicker son i m taking em on a rough ride don t front on a blunted pirate i m deadly like a virus aids tuberculosis hepatitis iv needles could be deadly when i m entering your body punk like you poked poisoned darts  my one two s lethal as a four fifth riff get shifted to the land of lost spirits in my labyrinth swift when wide so moms keep your kids inside omen s the tour guide to hell making fuckers hide i strangle local hoards with my vocal cords so they can t holler demented like your dollar bill s eye in the cipher of the triangle i mangle crews back to back in combat you ll peep the black angel when i react you won t have the luck to buck me i ll bust open your head look at your brain to see what made you think you could fuck with me it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day hello hello die now s the time to front the dead got nothing more to bring other than the order of a soul at the flatliner diner the wicked can hooligan the running rebel the killer grill skill the messenger of the devil i m reaching from the depths pulling foes who slept killing off the soft with a carcass on my breath blood trickles diamond sickle that was made for thrashing ass backward kids count the bodies i ll be bashing i use suds of blood meaty flesh for the needing i slay prey and write my name in graffiti on hell s wall deface hell s hall but what i would say mayhem organizer you died on a good day i woke up this morning with a chip on my shoulder the blood in my veins gets colder colder zero below celsius about to freeze and today s a good day to do away with my enemies i wanna see em all zapped out i got the plan knocked out now s the time and i ma bring the cops out so duck down as i empty my rounds i m aiming for em but my black talons have no name on em heads are gonna be severed let the baldies kill a teen and the linerz ll pull the lever today s your day for death you wanna know why punk cause it s a good day to die it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day hello hello die it s da undertaker and i dare you to sneeze so i can squeeze them right through you with a breeze swallowing souls just to quench my thirst i m doing drive by s in my minivan hearse i lace bodies in plastic i m off to jurassic feed off fresh flesh and melt the rest down to us spark up boom in the casket as i lay best believe i caught em on a good shake yourself horrorcore rules in the shell fool i m waiting to drown your ass in a pool of your own oozing blood how i love to shove your castrated corpse up under the mud with the bugs pull out the red but fuck the motherfucking winners flatline master fist coming to throw you with the leanest my my my gots to lie to the gravemen today s your day for making em die now couldn t you believe it was a good day to die my personality gets ruined and then it s graveyard time it s time to catch a body man handle it pan handle man put your soul in the can man i m pissed off man i m ready to rip i m ready to flip put my boys on your knee making human beings leak i blood splat dead where s the next i ma trip so i don t get lost i follow the drip i follow the drip what i do what i ll be doing killing and drinking brewing i stay slam dunking bodies in crowds like ewing i burn your body in a bucket of grass it s the gravedigger putting fear in your stinking ass it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day hello hello die it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day it s a good day to die today s your day hello hello die it s an unsolved mystery why must i die because we re all gonna die it s an unsolved mystery why must i die it s a good day to die1
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