Mr. Dead Folx Lyrics - Singles - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Chorus 2x) 

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast 

No money, weed, no cash 

It's time to get in that ass 

Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie 

Don't be acting like you don't see me 

Believe me man you don't know me 

(Blaze) 

I was the first to put it down 

Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta sounds 

Strictly keep it underground 

Lotus in the family, you now how we do 

Coming for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you 

Record sales don't make you bulletproof 

Big time, and we both know you don't be doing that shit that's in your rhymes 

You ain't a G like me, you ain't the thug I be 

You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV 

Where you're motherfucking trees, always asking for smoke 

Ain't it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc's 

That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat 

Whoever think he the shit, trying to claim my territory 

I'm a motherfucking G with heaters loaded and cocked 

You's a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocks 

Bitch break yourself, for everything and then some 

Hold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum 

(Chorus x2) 

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast 

No money, weed, no cash 

It's time to get in that ass 

Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie 

Don't be acting like you don't see me 

Believe me man you don't know me 

Never ever was I a bitch hoe, 

you can put that on my Kin folk 

Ma pop Grundy and them they know how shit go 

Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper 

Known to bring drama somethin' proper 

Check nuts 

Colton Grundy got handles,like Dr J 

So when I'm spinning from the free throw line, nuts' in your face 

Dead homie on a hoop court, smoking a Newport 

Spiting at the bitches, and bumping that new Too Short 

Life is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real though 

Being dead is serious, it change you 

And all I got left in this world, is my music to play 

So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang 

And all the thugs that wit me, throw your shit in the air 

And wave those motherfuckers side to side 

like you don't care 

And if you feeling like I'm feeling, then it's plainy clear 

'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here 

(Chorus x2) 

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast 

No money, weed, no cash 

It's time to get in that ass 

Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie 

Don't be acting like you don't see me 

Believe me man you don't know me 

(Violent J) 

It's me and Blaze, drunk driving in an 87 Cutlass 

Taking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherfuckers 

You're chick, I'm dicking that 

wicked shit, I'm kicking that 

I'm hitting with the quickness, Knife stickin, where the chickens at? 

You made a wrong turn coming down my block 

I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock 

Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got, 

Mr. Dead Folx sparking at the burial spot 

We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Marz 

Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars 

A little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes) 

I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody 

I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dieng day 

On tour smoking bud, and eating Flying J 

Look me up under 'Juggla' and you'll find my name 

And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame motherfucka! 

(Chorus x2) 

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast 

No money, weed, no cash 

It's time to get in that ass 

Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie 

Don't be acting like you don't see me 

Believe me man you don't know me 

(Repeat Till End) 

Mr Dead Folx 

Believe me man you don't know me