Briggs - Rather Be Dead lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1 - Briggs] Stop the press, Briggasaurus is back They're boring with their stories, I heard 'em and I'm snorin' Didn't make it to the chorus, they're distortin' the facts That's my fam, Mr. Officer I swear I'm not consorting I'm important I'm telling ya, kind of a big deal Battle scars on my grill, I'm kind of a big Seal I'm black and that feels According to that, every recording I'm ordered to get to bridging the gap f** that, I ain't kickin' the bucket list Only bucket I give a f** about is what Kobe gets Don't give a f** where Kony is Where there's invisible kids, yeah I'm a miserable prick But I'm speaking now to each individual kid Whether you copping the digital or the physical disc s**ers thinking they can get up in the middle of this I can't carry on a date, they just takin' the piss [Hook x2] So what's that sound!? (*click clack blaow*) Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?) Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said? (I'd rather be dead) [Verse 2 - Briggs] I'd rather be dead, ain't never going to sell I'll make a Blacklist, I'm probably going to hell I bodied this beat - its sorta startin' to smell If you don't know Briggs, get to knowin' him now Large type of fellow, rhyme with a bellow Put a**es in the seats like diving in the shallows Try to nick this flow like you was Carmelo Couldn't hang with the God if you was in the gallows Marshmallows, soft-serves got nerve Wanna speak at the drive-thru, you just got served You can polish a turd but who wants that shiny sh**? Count on Briggs to tell you what time it is Def motherf**er, natural born gorilla, zodiac k**er So tell me what sign you is Air Briggs, you can fly with this Then get to punishing whoever with a crime that fits [Hook x2] [Bridge x2] Briggsy, Briggsy, Briggsy, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just hope this song gets played On the radio so you get paid [Verse 3 - Briggs] I can hit you with real Shepparton sh** Your car go, my car – no, I don't blow my dough I'd rather go right home I'll keep an eye on the city like a cyclone though I'm not trying to to see the Grim Reaper or grip keeper Or sleeping under 6 feet of dirt I'll be in an old folks home, with an old folk bone Gettin' that old folk dome before I leave this earth [Hook x2] [Outro x2] Yeahhh, I'd rather be dead Never will I fall off, rather get the sawn off Trigger to the finger, pointed straight to the head I'm getting kinda bored of everything they thought of