Day Of The Dead (feat. Doomsday)

Oh yeah, they want us to take each other out

Then they step in and take over everything

We go back to being slaves

So, what do you propose?

I say we hit those motherfuckers together

So, we got a deal, or you want to toss this?

Yeah, and we'll celebrate a big Mexican holiday together

Dia de los Muertos

That means what, now?

Day of the Dead

Pass me the industry impala, we drive by some Chevy Impalas

Riders we fighters with nine lives an' live nines

Hit 'em in the body with a gun shot wound shot fo sho shot

Took my brother gang bang no doubt

Took a lot of luck for the whole lot in the middle of the wrong lot

Took a lot of shit slip sick motherfuckers eatin' dick better recognize bitches

This is out for the click fucked up with the homeboy you clicks

And I will soon stay in califas fumamos marijuana

Lana look it my pocket fuck it my rock

And it's Día de los Muertos

Death motherfucker truth let's do this shit like we suppose to

We're killin' up your whole family and anybody your close to

Doom faded gang up from with some brothers out on the brown side

Slip shit with a doom click and you can calls the downside

Wanna ride I got my tecnine from my side every motherfucker click I wanna kill

Nobody wanna die, that's why I got me this so far from your head as we celebrate

Día de los Muertos

Day of the dead

Ain't nobody sicka death today in my clicka

Hit 'em with a vengeance all you cowards die

Even when we're fresh, we keep hit 'em up your odds

We 'bout to ride somebody's gonna die

Day of the dead and we're takin' hell alive

Creepin' to your sin all your bitches runnin' high

'Cause we redim' shit all tonight

It's all the cold casket gettin' passive, united they laughed at it

But just be real about this shit 'cause

Nobody is havin' it I end up gabbing, lettin' you havin' it

Havin' you sit on a room havin' a six feet metal watch, no more than six feet

To the doom bald heads and Afros comin' sass Cadillac damn machines and gas

Track this and puttin' on the mask sack this or go get you a sack

We rumble never touch by sun I rather go than gettin' some

Today is the dead day swamp think today will be the gang I fuck

More tequila smokin' on the mota

Dumbass I said you delinquent the kids always I gotta put my hands on ya

Who's gonna fuck with this means I'm brave

From the west side United States no doubt in Las Vegas

They find your ass with weasky peats your body is decade

So why beat the grim reaper 'cause it's time to get paid

Bitch I rise with my doom click all day an' every day

Dooms soon as booted chance celebratin' the damn day

Ain't nobody sicka death today in my clicka

Hit 'em with a vengeance all you cowards die

Even when we're fresh, we keep hit 'em up your odds

We 'bout to ride somebody's gonna die

Day of the dead and we're takin' hell alive

Creepin' to your sin all your bitches runnin' high

'Cause we redeem shit all tonight

They call me New Mexico lobo muy lesero el mero I hussle muy poco la feria

With a nine-nine shots to my casket droppin' an' representin' Las Vegas

Sin City blabbin' long we drop atomic bombs

An' we set it all off with a doom when click is to dumb to get this song

Now that you know this song you know we come to close

'Til the ship blow up or we have it sold up watch how the money flows

Droppin' them cadys hits hit 'em up, hit 'em up with a lavish twist

On the day I die with a mic on my hand an' a fat ass lip

Ah, gets a evil lestic meant to rush

When I commit a shitted somethin' 'bout them bloody guts

So sick an' wicked bitches

Intensify my thoughts of homicide, can't live this life

Gotta stick one in your dick skinnin' you alive

But ain't no time to find a weakness in me

Set you on fire murder an' don't bring no mercy with me

So you could die an' burn up

An' me an' my alibis gonna watch you die gettin' high

Should have told your mamma get your casket ready left to lie

Ain't nobody sicka death today in my clicka

Hit 'em with a vengeance all you cowards die

Even when we're fresh, we keep hit 'em up your odds

We 'bout to ride somebody's gonna die

Day of the dead and we're takin' hell alive

Creepin' to your sin all your bitches runnin' high

'Cause we redim' shit all tonight