Briggs - Rather Be Dead (Remix) lyrics

[Hosts Commentary: Vents] Ah yeah! Again and again. This one's a "Rather Be Dead" remix by my man, Sesta! From the Funk—the Funk—the Funk—the Funk—the Funkoars clique, buddy [Commentary: Sean Price] It's Sean Price [?] the Golden Era mixtapes. You know what I'm sayin'? Get involved baby. It's the God, P-Body [Verse 1: Sesta] I can't land it and abandon, f**, we had an accident I check my pants, I think we crashed into a laxative They thought that Kyle Sandilands was in the ambulance I think 'cause of my brain damage and they smell sh** I get [?] to get retarded, well pardon You were even there before you even started I f** 'em bad see, can't understand me The Oars is every show promoters plan B The [?] are now my [?] You wanna get high with irony, smoke trees with Greenpeace I'm rappin' Diesel on you f**in' hybrids 'Your highness' is what you call me from how red my eyes is Well I'm the rappers rapper, yeah [?] You're frightened, [?] It's very awkward once you get [?] by me It's like your first date after catching HIV [?] [Hook: Briggs] So what's that sound!? (Click, clack, blaow) [?] my man, Setty X (How you like me now?) None better than, tell me who else to offend? And we do it till they'd (Rather be dead) So what's that sound!? (Click, clack, blaow) [?] my man, Setty X (How you like me now?) None better than, tell me who else to offend? And we do it till they'd (Rather be dead) [Verse 2: Sesta] Next to us you sound bagpipes: Trash Hittin' all up in your cavity: Ass (Yeah) Now that I'm controllin' the plane, well as it happens You should know I'm comfortable around [?] and other scavengers I got you rappers all pickin' through damages Lookin' for a little something you can use for yourself Well listen, straight garage, rappers all harmless Looking too cute with your sponsorship garments f** you and your brand new shoes, mane Clean white shirt, turn around, see the poo stain Two faces, both of 'em equally As weak as the other one, clean breakin' the food chain [?] the Beautane Your girl's had too many members, I call her Wu-Tang I talk about you while you're still in the room sh**, your mother probably drank while you were still in the womb So f** you [Hook: Briggs] So what's that sound!? (Click, clack, blaow) [?] my man, Setty X (How you like me now?) None better than, tell me who else to offend? And we do it till they'd (Rather be dead) So what's that sound!? (Click, clack, blaow) [?] my man, Setty X (How you like me now?) None better than, tell me who else to offend? And we do it till they'd (Rather be dead)