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Who stole my soul? You tryin to kill me, how you gonna kill a dead man?
I`m already dead you can`t kill me you God damn bastard!
I`m ddeaaaaaaaad

(CHORUS)(4X)
I know you tryin ta kill me
I`m dead, I`m dead I`m dead, I`m deeeeeaaaaaaaaad

I`m comin in but I need some therapy
I gotta stay medicated just to keep some clarity
My cranium cracked open and started smokin
Fire comes outta my mouth when words are spoken
I spit this sickness, slit ya wrist with the quickness
The wicked one with the wicked tongue
I close my eyes and see visions of niggaz bustin guns
Snatch ya tongue outcha mouth and you`ll hafta hum
Come get some, be another victim
And I dog fight all night when I hear sick em
Because I`m dead (I know you tryin to kill me)
Slugs to the head, blood stains on his shirt turn red
Never thought I`d get twisted like a dred, deceased so rest in peace I said

(CHORUS)

I`m dead from a bullet from a gun
Emptied out two clips not one
Narcles raid, you best run or you`ll be locked down can`t see no sun
When ya dead, you don`t give a fuck bout what`s goin on
Whats on the radio, what a number one song?
Bitch don`t blow my bust
Cause if you do, I just might hafta put a few in you
Cause you don`t have a clue, you know who the fuck you talkin to?
Lil` hoe, ay yo watch me go Quasimodo
So live niggaz copy the dead like a photo
Never rap about fans named Stan like a hoe doe

(CHORUS)

Kill me, Kill me, kill me, kill me

Who stole my soul? You tryin to kill me, how you gonna kill a dead man?
I`m already dead you can`t kill me you God damn bastard!
I`m ddeaaaaaaaad

(CHORUS)(4X)
I know you tryin ta kill me
I`m dead, I`m dead I`m dead, I`m deeeeeaaaaaaaaad

I`m comin in but I need some therapy
I gotta stay medicated just to keep some clarity
My cranium cracked open and started smokin
Fire comes outta my mouth when words are spoken
I spit this sickness, slit ya wrist with the quickness
The wicked one with the wicked tongue
I close my eyes and see visions of niggaz bustin guns
Snatch ya tongue outcha mouth and you`ll hafta hum
Come get some, be another victim
And I dog fight all night when I hear sick em
Because I`m dead (I know you tryin to kill me)
Slugs to the head, blood stains on his shirt turn red
Never thought I`d get twisted like a dred, deceased so rest in peace I said

(CHORUS)

I`m dead from a bullet from a gun
Emptied out two clips not one
Narcles raid, you best run or you`ll be locked down can`t see no sun
When ya dead, you don`t give a fuck bout what`s goin on
Whats on the radio, what a number one song?
Bitch don`t blow my bust
Cause if you do, I just might hafta put a few in you
Cause you don`t have a clue, you know who the fuck you talkin to?
Lil` hoe, ay yo watch me go Quasimodo
So live niggaz copy the dead like a photo
Never rap about fans named Stan like a hoe doe

(CHORUS)

Kill me, Kill me, kill me, kill me

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