Crossworm - This Time We Die lyrics

[Verse 1: Crossworm] Sitting in the culure, preying like a vulture On the new bodies that drop I scavenge every little bit like a parasite divided by the flies on top Swarming the dying, the dead, the lying, waiting to bleach The sun is cooking every last bit of the truth it can teach Too many years and I just now see this I thrive the most when I be this Realist incarnate of Crossworm so you can feel this Twisted contorned fetus in a womb that I made of dirt I've lived worse, many more lives, so much more hurt I'm lost and found in the underground Like an old hat they wear to be cool Go f** yourself, I'm not your f**ing hipster statement tool Dirtcore ain't something you slip on to be on with the poppin' I'm not your f**ing gas station, you can stop in I'm locking my door to the fake f**ing poseurs of "other" core And in your mind I'm a goddamn a**hole I don't give a f** what you think, I'm for Or against in a new offense, get this dick cuz it's free And get the closest you'll ever get to seeing what's me [Hook] If I was you, I'd look in the mirror and notice a joke If I was you, I'd wrap the mic cord over my neck and choke If I was you, I would notice that I'm living a lie I'd write note for goodbye and now this time we die If I was you, I'd look in the mirror and notice a joke If I was you, I'd wrap the mic cord over my neck and choke If I was you, I would notice that I'm living a lie But I ain't you and this time it's only you to dies [Verse 2: Crossworm] Been about 15 years in this game Plus change, ain't much has changed Still a crab at the bottom of the barrel without a name I swerve the lanes, when I make this sh** crash, clean the slate You better guard your cash fast I hope in a way it all ends, and that I get a last laugh I walk the line in the underground Like a tight rope but I try to be humble But in my mind I'm a goddamn animal into my prime And I hope you stumble I got a need to be the enemy breed And I can bleed what you wish you could see f** acting real cuz being me is real as it be [Verse 3: Durte] I ain't never been a industry cat So keep your money and f** your collabs Rather get laughed at, put on a blacklist Than ever to f** with your a** Everybody got it twisted up Only doing this sh** trying to make a buck And they're ruining this, I watch 'em fake the funk And they're wondering when they get no love Crossworm, slapping the keys in the face Tough love domestic violence Lawyer up when I step in the booth The only plan that I really ever had is to catch bodies k**ing beats, I'm not feeling these charity cases that appeal to me You b**h boys that act like You're bada** and tuck your tail between your legs Not real Emcees so.. I'mma keep to myself: do my thing Anybody wanna ride? They're welcome Don't give a goddamn what they think Only ever gonna be one outcome Grind harder than trucks when they scrape Down here in the underground Low ride, Crossworm and Durte put a suicide dive on the beat This time we die [Hook]