EVERYBODY FINDS DEATH

 

VERSE 1 (Playboy Juice)

SLP be the place to be G

I still be busting gats and slitting throats real easy

Don’t a damn thing please me

I need Jacobs to freeze me

So don’t smile at my face real greasy

Talking about you need me, you need me?

Please G, cop a whip and try to be me

But really you don’t wanna see me

Fucking scared, I’ll make your knees weak

Don’t make me tweak

I’ll get so damn mad (with pent up anger)

You’ll be happy that you never had a dad (so he remain a stranger)

Bitch, that’s how it goes now

Sticking to the flows now, no bottles up, with no hoes down

Let’s go now, I’m moving on to another fucking level

With another fucking devil

On my shoulder, I’m going out like a soldier

Brew you like Folgers, ‘cause nobody’s colder

 

CHORUS (X2)

A blast to your chest is like a blast to the rest

‘Cause everybody finds death

Don’t get stressed

‘Cause the ends coming soon

And it’s coming to you, we’re through

What’s the matter with you

 

VERSE 2 (Davi Deuce)

I put it down hard copy

No disk, no script, and no floppy

If y’all try to mob me, try to mock me

Then you better sock me, I keep it hard body

And your chick’s soggy

We can get froggy

Windows real foggy, bitches in the back

No shotty, but hey shorty

I really want your body, and when get high

The name is D-A-V-I collaborating with the C.I.

So we can both learn, first come first serve

When it comes to the herb

Although it sounds absurd, tongue-twisting with the verb

Spitting all types of words, make your pussy-cat purrs

Mix speeches and slurs, trippy vision with a blur

Skippy prisms on my nerves, getting girls by the herds

And you know I got the curls and the curves

Full of shit, so y’all turds

 

CHORUS (X2)

 

VERSE 3 (Enway)

Steady on the mic, ready to fight

Got my gat right in sight

Skin is light, almost white

Helps me stand out in the night

Pull the chrome at your dome

In the zone, and on the phone

Send you home, murder your clone

Throw a bone and make her moan

You owe me two more shots

Then smoke pot and then blow rocks

Let’s go Sox, go suck cock

Lock your Glock then shoot the docks

I’ve seen anger, I’ve seen death

I’ve seen cancer of the breast

I’ll pass the test then pass the rest

Conquer the east then head out west

Now your see, the deck was stacked

I’m the man, and I am Taterrak, battle back

Cattle stacks, rattle bats

And I know, now I’m back

And the king, on this track

Take the mic and give me a plaque

Look at me, see my face, see my race, then chase my pace

I’ve got an ace up my sleeve

Adam and Eve are my pet peeves

So please, get on your knees

I drive the Mayflower

Tip you over, World Trade Towers

Go take a shit at a baby shower

That’s the end of Shady’s hour

 

CHORUS (X2)