Royce Da 5'9" - Death Day (D12 Diss) Lyrics
{*to the IN DA CLUB beat*}Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, goThis is an exclusive, it's your death dayWe gonna party like it's your death dayNow we bringin' the boys again the boy should winThe stroy is told over and over againWhat the ***** is you doped up my whole team toys with toolsI got a combustable notebook and a poison penUpon game the boy can scrap flows LeBron JamesLike a young man among boys of rap, and he's backTo clean house ( yeah ) so shut the ***** upSteve Stoute said I was wack he bout to shut the ***** up ( yeah )How riviting am I? I'm living inside my cynical mindSpillin' my nine a clumsy killer that's comfy with criminal tiesReally the city is mineMe and Eminem liek Diddy and Shyne ( So )We 'bout to put the game in a chicken wangRegardless your artists are surrounded like a picture frame ( and I )Can look in the future and see better daysIm a gangsta twenty-four hours and seven daysAnd YES is my mentality you want beef with usYES is our mentality YESIt's your death dayWe gonna party like it's your death dayYou want beef with 5'9'' it's your death dayYou wanna get slapped right now it's your death dayI want just slap ya I'll shot ya afterWho's the sickest rapper?It's your death day ( yeah )ExclusiveOnly for my niggazHolla Back!