(Chorus). Err'ybody get your. shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off. Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off. Me I be a G from way back in the day.
Yo this is serious shit right here. Me and my boys, we don't fuck around. You know what I'm sayin'?. So if you diss me. My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with.
Yo this is serious shit right here. Me and my boys, we don't fuck around. You know what I'm sayin'?. So if you diss me. My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with.
Who wanna ride?!. Who wanna ride?!. Who wanna ride?!. . It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside. Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde. Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go.
(Blaze). I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor. Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low. I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves.
Real G shit. Who wanna fuck with the unfadable, dead man?. . Body count deeper than a vietnam veteran. . So whatcha lookin at?. . So what I'm dead bitch?.
What up y'all?. This Jed Thumpman. . Let me tell y'all a little story. About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze. Now everytime we roll up a joint. Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze.
(Blaze). Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch. No need to excuse yourself. A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight.
[Yo Blaze you nasty]. [You know you nasty]. [Man you so nasty]. [You know you nasty]. [Yo Blaze you nasty]. . Scabs and bubble gum peanut butter on a toe nail,.
(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.
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8. . Darkness, (black!) buried underground. 3 slugs in my chest, never been found. I'm decomposin', my lungs collapse.
(look out). (bustin and runnin). (Look out). (raid, raid). . I hear a siren you know what that means, the boys in blue is on the way. and people duckin in and out to find a safe place to hideout, but not me i'm standin in full view of the street steady waitin on the police, thankin them for catchin me their attempts to trap me are useless, and the army of dead i command are forma ruthless..
(Violent J). Killas kick the anthem like this. Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch. Killas kick the anthem like this. Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze.
I remember it all.... Man there he go right there. What's up now muthafucka?. (Gunshots). Now you's dead muthafucka. Hey Blaze. Blaze wake up. It's time to wake up Blaze.
911 emergency, please hold. I'd like to report something. Operator, she screamed so loud. I know that's terrible isn't it. God, I mean I never heard anything like that in my life before.
(Blaze). Ever since back when I was alive. I always thought to myself what it would be like to die. Today I'm more dead than a doornail. Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell.
I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East side. Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide. Do a drive by in a second. Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement.
Hound doggin this muthufucka. Raise up off my nizzogs. Get off my nuts. Get off me bitch. Ah shit muthufuckin hound dogs what?. Swingin from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut.
"Hey!, Hey bitch! What the fuck?! You can't hear or something?! Hey look ho, you looking for a motherfucking thug?". . (Chorus 2x). Hey you (Who me?).
(Jamie Madrox- chorus). Here I am (I'm right here dog). Well here I am (I'm right here nigga). (can you see me?). Here I am (I'm right here bitch). (can you see me?).