Die

[Verse 1: Add-2] They wanna see me in a casket, drastic when I measure it Run within the storm these niggas wonder how I weather it I mean I’m merciful but never let devilish [?] givin’ them hell But cooler than peppermint [?] Revel that rebel in black Take it and spit like I’m sick I need medicine, living for dead presidents serial verse killer Leaving cities as heaven its crucifixes that fixes your mind Nigga tell me is that water or wine, huh? Drunk with power but these cowards gotta sober up Frontin’ like they never notice nothin’ nigga know it’s us I’m too fast to be slowin’ up You got a gun pointed to my head, shit you still couldn’t hold me up Roll it like bakers makin’ the bread Get a [?] we blow em up like a demolition [?] sky high Why they wanna try I fly by night rappers goin’ bye bye! [Hook: Add-2] See these rappers gotta die! A-what-a-what-a-what, what? These rappers gotta die! Whatcha gonna do when we ridin’, slidin’ through? [Verse 2: Add-2] I say Add-2 the menace feelin’ violent like a villain Fillin’ vials up with venom where my vowels like a bitch She walkin’ [?] to a nigga, see a smile, she a killa My flow is shutting down a flooded town like it’s finished When it drown, you sink or swim The strong survive so I’m feeling like it’s me or them They gotta die, not break not fall not leave not bleed Won’t stop til these niggas can’t breather See these rappers gotta die! They wonder why I’m hostle, I’m giving you the gospel This is Malcolm by the window with a rifle Dope lines, where’s Lindsay Lohan’s right nostril? Shit! You just a waste of my time, you better off blindfolding the blind You can’t see me! I sit in silent inside of an empty house It so quiet could hear a mouse take four [Hook] [Verse 3: Sean Boog] Got a recipe for murder, take crisis then we add to it Murder mad music, Michael Jackson bad music Fuck a trend and a fad, shit is taboo and I’m schooling muthafuckers, something like a grad student Get your [?] out We don’t give a fuck like them [?] Got bars and a full clip for bullshit Run with a pack of muthafuckers on some wolves shit We ain’t [?] we move through mountains of knowledge And move through cities and challenge and anybody doubt me Now they meet they maker, they wish they never tried Them muthafuckers [?] right this is do or die I came to brutal lies, we killin’ who tries Chop em up and in the dirt is where the loser lies Ninety-five [?] Sean Boogie nights Bring a bomb to a knife fight two fingers, I let the beat linger This is hip hop, not an R&B singer This is bullets to the chest against a bee stinger Heat bringer, [?] when he speak venom This is tear gas right into your tear ducts I’m here to fuck the world up, we just gettin’ up For whatever whenever, we dead everything Dead ringer when the bell ring dead things [Hook] [Outro: Add-2] This nigga gotta go That nigga gotta go That nigga can’t flow That nigga gotta go Got him in the scope blah! Got him in the scope blah! Weak ass rappers, bitch!