Rather Be Dead

[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 Fuck that, I ain't kickin' the bucket list Only bucket I give a fuck about is what Kobe gets Don't give a fuck 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 Suckers 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 asses 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 shit? Count on Briggs to tell you what time it is Def motherfucker, natural born gorilla, zodiac killer 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 shit 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