Despot - Get Rich or Try Dying lyrics

[Despot] The "told ya so" kid, looking like he's itching to sing The day hell got cold, selling plane tickets to pigs Time-tested method for turning a fat chance slim No win diet, push whatever's bad back in And that grin's there as proof, first place tastes beautiful A cookie for the straightest faces, spilled milk's funeral Snooping through the dark for a tall gla** to dip it in Shooting at his feet only trying to see what he stepping in So far just the street, at least making use of the weapon hand No promise to keep a set forcing them all to guess again Food stuck in the bristles, every brush with d**h tickles 'Round the mouth the whistle creation of birth in the middle When the pistol swivel towards the sunny spot he chose to sit in Holding hands up, flashing a joy buzzer, just kiddin Then a spark and a single shot that start the face sinkin Caught the bullseye blinking, thought of that using thinkin [Hook] Get rich or try dying, life for the buying Out went the beating hearts and in went the diamonds Frown when the bleeding starts and grin cause it's shining Here's to the late great man who left smiling What a guy - he never died while he was alive Slap him five - he never died while he was alive Say goodbye - he never died while he was alive Six million ways, never gave one a try [Hook] "Dig for the gold, dig for the gold Dig, for the gold I'll be a rich man in China, before I grow old" [Despot] Here lies the hair that he split from ten paces And the gun still blazing, how's that for patience? Hammer clapping off, another story for the ages Snuff dug up snug in the backs of the turned pages Like, "Move or the chapter that you're standing in gets it!" For the record he only did it to teach a lesson So hang your hat on the bullet sleeping take it as a blessin' That chalk outline is stretching big so everyone can get in Listen for the best and discover the fastest way to quiet Tune in to that terrible screaming they call silent 'Til heaven's trembling hand is there to scratch open your eyelids This nickel pinched between the fingers find today's lottery prizes Scraping up shoddy and tired fighters for the feeding frenzy Tripped over a treasure chest while in hot pursuit of a penny The shiniest shopping cart chock full of that new alchemy Tin cans to paper and he dragged it off happily [Hook] [Despot] Caught a shiny glint and thought he finally hit luck Then a snake in the garden jumped out that can of mixed nuts Snap it shut quick enough and show it how the lid cut Short end of the stick taped to something big, still tough One man's garbage is another man's big bluff Dog got a new hold, opportunity's fist-stuck And he's blue from the wrist up, hunting that stubborn payload Holding breaths for Jack, caught on the wrong end of the rainbow Thumbing the goldrush with the ring flipped so the name shows Other four fingers crossed hard enough to break bones Sharpen up the stake, go claim a chump for free Now it's hundreds of the same stone worth its weight in debris But at least he gets to say he chipped away and got a piece Before he figured out there's ones about, there's nothing here to see But I still poke at every X next to a tree So you probably know the words a little better than me [Hook to fade]