Ugh, black blood, dripping out your m****f***in black lungs....
[chorus]
There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go
So now I'm telling everthing and everyone 'Die Slow'
I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound
I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it 'Die Slow'
There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go
So now I'm telling everthing and everyone 'Die Slow'
I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound
I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it 'Die Slow'
Now while your fans so stupid that you talk this slow
So they can understand what the hell you're sayin
If that's the case then answer me one question
How's it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons?
I'm a rapper and I don't really like rap
So I'ma leave the show and probably go get a night cap
And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree
But listening to this egregious b**** MC is sickening
I tell 'em 'Die slow'
Cut me, I'll bleed all over the paper for my passage
I'll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness
There's a disease that's creepin under my skin
Now every alcoholic in the city's prolly gettin kinda drunk of London Dry Gin
So my friends, is this the cycle's
And I like to pretend, that it gets washed away
Or it'll say good bye with the wind
It's not cliche, I really fiend for something lively again
Cuz the Texas soil and the blood of Christ in the blend
[chorus]
Do you wanna dance with the devil or me?
Incredi-bally both of us share the same face
Pain-stakingly different hit 'em with another rhythm
Or give 'em a pitiful point of view
And a puncture right through the heart-shaped box
I'll parlay on top then I fall if its heavy on the top
I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop
Get so psycho, float and it twist me slow
But I don't need a d*** crew with me though
Cause I'ma rattle everybody for the embryos
And I'ma battle in a pill til it gets me home
So with gusto, so I stay til the blood oath
f*** no not the answer, not the banter, man I'm d*** sure (Oh is that right?)
Die Slow
Don't give a f*** about the record deal advances
My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches (Die slow!)
There's a disease that's creepin under my skin
Now every alcoholic in the city prolly gettin kinda drunk off London Dry Gin
So my friends, I'm tryna comprehend
The mindful lines I often blend
that knock my off the hinge and spit my poison through a hot syringe
On a Linity beat it's like I'm thundering rain
The instrumental is my wonderful pain
And I won't f***** explain!
There's something pulling at my focus
[chorus]
There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go
So now I'm telling everthing and everyone 'Die Slow'
I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound
I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it 'Die Slow'
There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go
So now I'm telling everthing and everyone 'Die Slow'
I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound
I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it 'Die Slow'
Now while your fans so stupid that you talk this slow
So they can understand what the hell you're sayin
If that's the case then answer me one question
How's it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons?
I'm a rapper and I don't really like rap
So I'ma leave the show and probably go get a night cap
And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree
But listening to this egregious b**** MC is sickening
I tell 'em 'Die slow'
Cut me, I'll bleed all over the paper for my passage
I'll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness
There's a disease that's creepin under my skin
Now every alcoholic in the city's prolly gettin kinda drunk of London Dry Gin
So my friends, is this the cycle's
And I like to pretend, that it gets washed away
Or it'll say good bye with the wind
It's not cliche, I really fiend for something lively again
Cuz the Texas soil and the blood of Christ in the blend
[chorus]
Do you wanna dance with the devil or me?
Incredi-bally both of us share the same face
Pain-stakingly different hit 'em with another rhythm
Or give 'em a pitiful point of view
And a puncture right through the heart-shaped box
I'll parlay on top then I fall if its heavy on the top
I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop
Get so psycho, float and it twist me slow
But I don't need a d*** crew with me though
Cause I'ma rattle everybody for the embryos
And I'ma battle in a pill til it gets me home
So with gusto, so I stay til the blood oath
f*** no not the answer, not the banter, man I'm d*** sure (Oh is that right?)
Die Slow
Don't give a f*** about the record deal advances
My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches (Die slow!)
There's a disease that's creepin under my skin
Now every alcoholic in the city prolly gettin kinda drunk off London Dry Gin
So my friends, I'm tryna comprehend
The mindful lines I often blend
that knock my off the hinge and spit my poison through a hot syringe
On a Linity beat it's like I'm thundering rain
The instrumental is my wonderful pain
And I won't f***** explain!
There's something pulling at my focus