raw as they come Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on (Blaze) Hey love, do them titties got a name This is dead body game let me see you
in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze
know ya But if you really want to get that close, Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes (Chorus 2x) Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie
killa, feindin' for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste
[Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie] The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary Known to fuck, known to
's the dead) But he walks among society carrying a sickle and a shotgun With a touch of death, and death's hands He's a young, dying, unstoppable, dead
(Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible
and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in
the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By I put that on the hatchet! I ride for my homies! I put that on the hatchet! I die for my homies! I put that on
to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya dead homie Blaze,
what I do Take ya flashlight, and ya attitude (Nigga fuck you) Stab you in the neck with a dayton spoke Laughin' while ya cough up blood until ya choke
nasty Blaze you nasty] That I'm Nasty [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [You nasty, You nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze
Bump this shit right here (Turn it up ya'll) Bump this shit right here (Till you're dead and you ain't got no air left in ya lung)
(Chorus 2x) 2 many bitches wanna see this thug When I be Ridin' (Ridin') Glidin' (Glidin') Doin' a buck twenty-five on I-94 (Blaze) Bitches call me daddy
we go with no remorse, fans come with deadly force After, check the course, we the dead, we roam the earth the wasteland, now we burnt, I told ya bitch
it all... Man there he go right there What's up now muthafucka? (Gunshots) Now you's dead muthafucka Hey Blaze Blaze wake up It's time to wake up Blaze
work a bit He only woke up 60 years in the future, revived his shit Alive was dead still waiting to become the transformation into Blaze's son (Chorus
driving away speeding I'm in the backpocket looking for chalk to trace The ones who can't walk dead, are trying to crawl away (Chorus) Which one of ya