Die Like a Rockstar

Brown bless the mic like gesundheit

Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai

Kick it like Muay Thai, flow like sci-fi in high def

I'm righteous and still bust a nut up on a bitch chest

The verbal folklore been explored

And employed by none other than them fools with the gold

And them bankrolls explode

And your bitch in my target when I shoot my load

Bullseye, my eyes tie-dyed

Fried off the same shit that rockstars died from

Smoke somethin' with your man, bitch

Like Wyclef, used to sell the cannabis

Manuscript, sick shit, prescription addiction

Sniffin' Adderall off the counter in my kitchen

Trippin' off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping

Experiment so much, it's a miracle I'm livin'

And I'ma die like a rockstar

Die like a rockstar

I'ma die like a rockstar

Die like a rockstar

I'ma die like a rockstar

Die like a rockstar

I'ma die like a rockstar

Bitch, I wanna party like Chris Farley

Shot of Hennessy, spike that with some molly

Tell mommy I'm sorry, God bless my soul

But life was so sublime, goin' out like Brad Nowell

I got that Kurt Cobain type of mindframe

Feelin' like Keith Moon, shrooms in my dressing room

Basquiat freestyle

Feeling like Jimi Hendrix in Anna-Nicole mouth

River Phoenix, '93, VIP

With some drugged-up porn hoes all around me

Like Teri Diver, Linda Wong

All in hell havin' orgies where the horns growing long

'Cause, bitch, I'm Frankie Lymon, Heath Ledger

Hyped up in a jacuzzi, doing that John Belushi

With Brittany Murphy, we blowin' hershey

I'ma die like a rockstar