Flesh-n-bone - Live Soil lyrics

(feat. Afta Maff) Are you ready for d**h? Here's your cemetery plot [Kamikaze] Animosity pushes me to k**a dreams in my sleep - Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk b**hes 6 feet deep My mental status destroyed 'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick But I swear with a pa**ion I'm a put 6 shots in this b**h (6 shots) I'm no security blanket, but I still feel the cold Even thinkin' murder mayhem when I was 6 years old Every now and then, I feel all close to danger Most of my life 'cause if it don't work, worry and anger Poisioned by demons, once upon a time my thought was pure What will I endure in life? I ain't, so I may never feel secure Cavi and switchblades, guns and such Driftin' through life and limpin' As if I needed a f**in' crutch My slug to those who know the darkness that I reach And those who pump me back everytime I buck, get freaked Now, I'm enraged and feelin' revenge - that makes my blood boil Pay back is a b**h, dirty n***a, and your brand this box Are you ready for d**h? Here's your cemetary plot That I got to be prepared for when you p**y-a** n***as drop Live soil, which means you're the walking dead And when I blast that a** I make you remember what you did and said [Kamikaze] I'm pullin' me gauges with me thugs And givin' me thugs nothin' but love And sendin me slugs to you muthaf**in' bustas That murderin' mayhem, off flippin' up on this sh** As I grabs my nine and puttin' it to your head real quick And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain d**h is thought inside my muthaf**in' brain As the fire blaze in my eyes, I'm seein' demons I'm steady hearin', them muthaf**in' voices screamin' I stop the big game for some hell If he don't have the solution, Big Mark is always there If not nine got me on my muthaf**in' square And keepin' me puttin' them Teflons in your f**in'? The state pen for life is the home that I'm facin' Forty-four in my hand, and I'm caressin' it first I'm just itchin' for the chance to pull the trigger I'm bustin' round, round, round, round on your a** n***as, and how you figure that the game Will pull your dead-a** weight? If you ain't got the cash, then you ain't got the game Nobody wants a n***a when he's down and out So see I'm creepin' on a come up with two fours in your mouth I had visions of k**in' you and your boys Retaliator had visions of k**in' them And they bodies got seperated I know ya hate it, but there's no other way around it Now picture this: Big Mark got them full metal jackets To penitrate that 6 pack that you call a stomach I seen your boys vomit when I release these lead bullets Pop 'em like duels, and fillin' em up like fuel Display it on my street--sense to this wannabe fool You're live soil That means that you're the walking dead So when I blast that a** You remember what you did and said But you walking dead, ain't no comin' back You at your resting place You live with the soil So up to the wasteland (wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland) Now, you understand you live soil, muthaf**a Are you ready for d**h? Here's your cemetary plot That I got to be prepared for when you p**y-a** n***as drop Live soil, which means you're the walking dead And when I blast that a** I make you remember what you did and said [Flesh] n***as, I'm runnin' through them murda plots Simply ninas, they co*ked In my pocket these deep when I pull and pop Serve or hold, put it down for the double glock Sug hit when the bullsh** stops Droppin' these shells as I bail make 'em Live soil 'til this body smell Leavin' a trail of bloody footsteps Well, show no mercy Gotta send them to Hell under this murderous spell Flesh, Kamikaze, (?) and Boss, can all be stalkin' n***as Caught 'em, caution, drop 'em in the coffin and fade across Y'all loss Mo Thugs, the Shifters, and Hustla'z - You don't wanna see this organization Take off, will ya n***as, playa hatin' all over this nation Station, faced, locate in the wasteland, nothin' But heartless scandalous dealers, (pick an event/pig in a van) And don't start with the f**as Hold up with the buck Mo Thugs gon' peel ya Carry the body to the cemetery That's where they lay 6 feet in a ditch We went with the shotty co*kin' Prepare to murder b**hes, snitches, cops on my click Stop it! f** with the Fifth, I'm loyal When ya get the job done grand and royal n***as got broiled, roasted in foil Makin' the gra** turn green and (rotting in gas) - live soil Are you ready for d**h? Here's your cemetary plot [News Anchorman Eric] We interrupt your regularly scheduled program To bring this special report live from downtown with David Elliot [Reporter David Elliot] This is disgusting! [E] David, are you there? [D] Yes, I'm here, Eric [E] Yeah, what seems to be the problem? [D] The problem? The problem is this is disgusting There's utter chaos everywhere It's just too soon to speculate what exactly happened But there are unconfirmed reports that Flesh and Afta Maff have... Have...have struck again Uh, I'm just a little sick to my stomach So a we'll keep you posted as to what happens in the near future But for now, let's go back to Kelly Lockett for the weather Back to you, Kelly [Meteorologist Kelly Lockett] Hi, this is Kelly Lockett Today's hot and sunny, so make sure you get on outside