) 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
in this f**ked up world? Reminiscin' of the bitchin' that you gave me girl I'm all alone Just me and my microphone With the urge to do a drive-by Ever since the day homie
Bitches were made for fuckin' but that's another chapter Bitch you don't know me, don't approach me Thinkin' that you're down with Blaze ya dead homie
(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
(Intro) You're about to hear the tale of an indestructable man He's dead and he's pissed He's roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die Should
straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafuckin' dead homie
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
In the casket HELL YEAH! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the casket In the casket HELL YEAH!! In the
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
white eyes People of the sunlight better be advised There's a new breed of killa on the streets today Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say? (Blaze Ya Dead Homie
he thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts With every different
(Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that
(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
But boy did she have a set of dick sucking lips Told her what she wanted to hear, so I could get all in her cat Dead homie all up in her cat, now picture
So put them bitches sky-high, you think they care if you die Fuck that tear in your eye (man why you crying) I ain't playing, do you see my homie smiling
(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
A motherf**ker recognize a thug mashin' hard Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard Buried so long, nobody gave a shit Blood and tears, embedded in