Mr. Lil One - Die Lyrics
[Gelo]*Talking*SickosBack for part, 666 babyLil' One, GeloYou know how we do, heheWelcome to the Terror Dome[Mr. Lil One]Well it's the spookiest comin throughMotha*****a, me and youGotta little rendevouz time to call the Misty BlueTo offically announce youNow take a deep breath while you hear death pronounce youFar from this Earth since the first day of birthI was chosen to leave a motha*****a dead frozenAnd my hate full of passion remainsTo every single one of you that ever put my nameAll up in your mix still I gotta triple 6 youLook up in your eyes, analyze then I pist youCause you're all full of bull shit fiendin for the new shitYappin out your mouth but never do shit[Chorus: Gelo (Mr. Lil One)]How many times must I(Motha*****as that be slippin get that ass whippin)Now time for you to die(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)[2x][Gelo]I'm that killer in your closetThat monster under your bedThat leaky kitchen fauset puttin nightmares in your headBred amongst the felons that be dealin wit the (?)Misguided maniacs, hypocritical herotexWhere it get's darker, your soul can seeCan hear but still you'll feel it's meCan it be just suspions or preminations of deathOn the back of your neck feel the heat of my breathLaid to rest the business the shit deservin of your snitchy lipsIndespose of extra clips like all the hoes and *****es getFraudulance of any kind not tolerated, simply statedFakers gettin terminated give em time they'll learn to hate itMade it still intoxicated, faded off your agonyCaught up in a tradgedy fiendin for catostrophyHopin you kissed the family, naturally they mad at meBut they tried to test the man in meSo this is how it has to be[Chorus][Mr. Lil One]Now one for your life motha***** you and your wifeIt's the natural born killa, rollin wit my niggaGelo, you fin to go and get our little blast onPut the hockey mask on, and buck em til ya pass onAnd see ya burnin holy water wit the fatherNow show how I don't give a ***** I man slaughterExecute, put to death, slay and assasinateKeep it all real for you motha*****in fakesAnd never could you test, take the S up off your chestYou ***** wit the Little, you're *****in wit the very bestI suggest, you book before I catch youI put this on the devil, like death I'm gonna snatch you[Chorus]
