DEAD SPACE

(Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) Throw you outta your whip Motherfucker, I'ma dip Won't skip When I'm jogging with jagan Right through your crib Get a grip 'Cause I'm ripping the fabric into your mind Got my third eye aligned With the dragon of the black fire I can see your trepidation Heart racing Go take a breath Devastation to go medicate Emanates all the lead I be picking up the pen And the paper to bring your end I'ma detonate Regenerate gotta "m" on my head Couple in the bank Same cage white sage Black rage out thе cage No more monochrome I was running out of timе But I opened up my eyes And the color came to life Now I gotta home Collar bones getting blown With the chopper Make a gnome out a clone Now they standing 3 foot 4 It's the prime time killa And the Grey Gorilla And we breaking through the front And the back door (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) Knock a motherfucker down Stop him in his tracks Grabbed the mask in the tomb Barry bond Motherfuckers with a spiked bat Hard nine left flat Mossberg pump back Bringing that Uzi 'Cause you on the wrong side of the tracks I will demolish And leave you in puddles of blood And enough of emotions They soft as they come Leave no descendants I'll toe-tag a bitch As I leave you in crumbs Never say, "Hi" 'Cause you could never be safe Commit to my word And the evil you'll face We'll take you down under Where demons embrace They'll leave you in terror And shake up your faith Angels begin to fall I hit 'em with lightning 'Cause bitch, I'm the ruthless Cry But there is no god You scream out your prayers But bitch, it is useless (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) (Die, through ya dome) (Die, Die, through ya dome) Bringing that famine I'ma bring that smoke Cook a motherfucker Like salmon like roe hoe Caught another body Now they tagging that toe Bringing all the metal With the star like Joe Big gete with the cannon Now another boutta see How I go and light the block And your family tree With the nen out my finger I'm pulling a frank They afraid of the troupe I got the fish out of the tank Bodies go missing The soul scroll is tripping The corpses have just risen Amongst all your living Murder the mission Bring it to fruition I'm taking a piss Where your name has been written Two gunshots Leave another braindead Pull up to his fucking block Paint the motherfucker red Get 'em fed With that fucking lead Like a bird to bread Bringing dread With that 12 gauge I'm pulling the threads