VERSE 1 (A-Bomb)
I never wanted you alive in the first place
That’s why I’m gonna have you die in the dirt face-
First, big hearse for a big coffin, it will be your swollen
body
From beatings that won’t stop and
I won’t stop until your face is looking like swiss cheese
From bullets piercing facial features with greatest of ease
It’s hard to believe that all my pet peeves made a baby
He’s in front of me, that’s why I can’t see
I cap him to death, he’ll hate his last breath
And pray as he dies, “I hope in hell I make fries”
You’re fucking weak and you try, so breath in deep and don’t
cry
I’ll twist this knife in your thigh
You’ll wish you’d never joined with D.I. or C.I.
And now I K-I-L-L from the Cool to the J
Will make an appearance just to say hey
And probably spit a round or two right into your face
You’ll try to come up with one saving grace
CHORUS (X2)
Go to sleep Chris, die motherfucker die
Bye bye, motherfucker, bye bye
Go to sleep Chris, why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say close your eyes?
VERSE 2 (Mase Dizzle)
Sup cupcake, why you such a little bitch?
I hope they never pull your body of this ditch
Ditch, ditch you?
I’ve tried but I can’t
You’re such a fucking leech, better yet you’re a rat
And I just can’t wait ‘til you taste this bat
When I bash your face, you’ll probably scream out “Mase!”
But I’m sick of your style and your terrible taste
Working at Mickey D’s proves your life is a waste
(Woot woot!) That’s the police, we out in a haste
We can’t go down for this, simply murdering you
Ridding the world of stupid jokes and bad comics too
Three four, in a few verses you’ll be on the floor
I just slammed your fingers in my car door
Your sister’s a whore and you dress like you’re poor
There’s blood galore but Nick’s screaming for more
Burke suggested we bury your body off the shore
I’d rather just sit here and watch you scream
The devil’s got your soul, now Blake can get his jeans
Bomb, Squared and Mase yo, that’s quite a team
And if you feel this chorus you know what I mean
CHORUS
VERSE 3 (N Squared)
Gimme serum ‘cause my eardrums are in pain
Every time I hear this kid say “Sup mang”
Beat your ass ‘til you’re too numb to press play
I wish that life had never even come to Enway
With your big nose and wild hair, you look like a troll
Only took eighteen years for age to strike a toll
Now this shit’s out of control, you fucking little hoe
I wanna roll you in a bowl and smoke you like some dro
Or just throw you off a bridge with cement tied to your
ankles
Your chances of a win are like the ’92 Bengals
I’ll have you ripped deeper than the fucking Crypt Keeper
Look out the window, I just saw the grim reaper
He’s coming for you Chris, now how you like that?
The last glimpse you get will be the sight of my gat
And when they’re digging your grave I hope the hole’s too
deep
Now close your eyes bitch and just go to sleep
CHORUS (X2)
VERSE 4 (Enway)
Listen you three, you wanna be me
Here’s some advice and you can have this shit for me
Don’t you see?
I’m holy
You’re lucky to say you even know me
This I see, you got ladies
But all three took me to Sadies
I keep it shady, but lately
I’ve been getting some from Katie
Nick, don’t even fucking make me start
If I were a steak you would be a Pop-Tart
This represents my level of fame
It’s evident me and the devil are the same
On this track, I’m the train
Full speed ahead and I can’t be explained
It’s clear to me your life should be shorted
Fuck being murder you should’ve been aborted
Moving on to a man who wears thongs
Next on my death list is A-Bomb
I fed his girl poison and he screams Annie don’t
She’s gonna die and I don’t know the antidote
Here’s my show and tell, it’s his dirt-ass smell
That by itself is sending you to hell
Now we all know that Mase looks like a crater
He should wear a mask kind of like Darth Vader
You should stop and think about the girl that you date
She looks like she was conceived by an ape
Mase takes the cake when it comes to being fake
I guess I’m not the only whose life is at stake