[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