Rhythm Dead

Playing hard

Jumping far

Lift this rhyme

Between my arms

6 Clicks

Down the road

Shot his motherfuckin toes

Pretty tone

Sing alone

Bang a hoe in the throat

Fuck talkin about this fame shit

Fuck talkin about this gay shit

Love blowin out your brains

With a 12 gauge prick

Coughin up my lungs

Spittin out fuckin blood

While on the run

Fuckin around having fun

Burying bodies where I want too

Shootin up hobbies like motherfuckers do

Playin this game, like beating our brains

Smokin up a joint, while we scream and disobey

Life is ours, and we don’t give a fuck

Life is hard, so we don’t give out bucks

Shootin up like guns talk smuck

I told you boy, you don’t belong so you better duck

Draggin out the bodies like who is next?

Questionin life like who was blessed?

I mean fuck the rest

Probably just need too lay the bets

Damn you think you’re bright

Talkin about how this was right

You mean left? After you take a bite

Askin god to smite, what an grand opening, filled will delight

But at my sight

Out of mind

Thinkin about do or die

Name my price

I’ll be fine

Jump back in this fuckin line

Life is ours, and we don’t give a fuck

Life is hard, so we don’t give out bucks

Shootin up like guns talk smuck

I told you boy, you don’t belong so you better duck

Shootin left, shootin right

Collectin souls

All day and all night

Feel that fear

In your motherfuckin spine

Make you shiver

Down the vine

Grabbin your candy like life wasn’t so dandy so I see her wearin Brandy’s motherfucker don’t shame me, I brought you into this world and now you gonna blame me I’ll cut your fuckin head don’t try and play me

We might be down, we get back up

We show the world, we don’t give up

Life holds our crown, but we be blowin up

Make us kings before we throw it up

Life is ours, and we don’t give a fuck

Life is hard, so we don’t give out bucks

Shootin up like guns talk smuck

I told you boy, you don’t belong so you better duck