Grave Plott - Die Again lyrics

[Intro] Huh-huh-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-haha! You know what the f** this is, man? Let me tell you.. This is "Die Again" With Grave Plott, motherf**a! [Verse 1: k**a C & Liquid Assa**in] My n***a's k**a C, I was born in a coffin I'll murder your a** on the side where you walk and We don't give a f**, we don't give a sh** Get flatlined quick from the G.P, b**h You gon' die motherf**a, die motherf**a Die by the drug or the gun slug gon' fly I'mma come slum, your gun's a * * Cause I'mma rip 'em up the gut and bust mine Get touched with the AK and snucked away Or get a white * * where the weapon stay Wreck your balls like * * *, man Get smashed with a phone, Joe Pesci bang f**ing high, it's time for you to die I got a rusty spoon and I'm going for your eye I'm a loose cannon, I spit straight fire And I'll hang you from your balls from a telephone wire Spit fire with fire, pop the trunk, get you pumped like a flat tire Runnin' with a gauge, * a * right by ya Behind you, I'mma * like Mike Myers I'mma come through with * and war tools co*k back, strapped to the blades, escort you f**, spittin' flames on a * * You over the edge, you can't fly, you're forced to [Hook] (x4) Haters you can - Die! Demons you can - Die! Believe it you can - Die! Motherf**ers - Die! [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] How many motherf**ers wanna get hostile, we apostle With the wicked gospel, on yo block with a monstrosity, call it chakraties Dropping philosophies on how to k** augmenty, boss' really soft to me Awfully trip, tryna get that thing off of me hip I ain't trippin' off you jealous motherf**ers, and Biggest gang on the globe and * * * *, heinus when I pound, b**h Bang with a insane chain gang, n***a, that's Strange sh** Rougher than a blood and crip battle * on the streets (I'm) tougher than your friend, but this chalice is on * Liberate me, get up out my way if you ain't family Insanity, glamity, await you, stuck in amity k**a C with the * Tech N9ne, we snappin' necks and sh** We stackin' relish so you haters you can rest in piss [Hook] (x4) [Verse 3] , spittin' straight wicked g sh** We so sick with it, might wanna forget it G to the R to the A to the V-E You can do to stop me I wanna stab you Not giving a f** is my specialty Gun in your mouth like You gon' die, motherf**a, use Tech to end you [Hook] (x4)