Twiztid - Everybody Diez Lyrics
Everybody diesEverybody dies[Jamie Madrox]Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirtFrom earthgrown and weather conditions of the desertAnd everyone's a part of it, some more then othersSons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothersNew comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar placesParents and teachers, prostitutes and preachersThrow ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see usLiving how we got to live, and doing what we got to doPraying for another day so we can fight and make it throughSome of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymesStill we congregate in unemployment linesOne of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same worldJust we on another page. (one more time)One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same worldJust we on another page...[Chorus x2]Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)[Monoxide Child]Once I lit a smoke off a ***** I friedAnd I ashed it in her face when she diedWho you *****es you calling regular when you out of my zone?Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind blownThat's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the warYou should of never tried to take a stab at usAnd you never should of rapped on usWe see the game from way the others hurried and rushWe broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what?You couldn't touch me *****, not even if you wanted when it's supposed to***** I'll have your whole block hauntedFlaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really reallyMonoxide slap your girlfriend sillyBig Willie get your throat cut and left bleedingWhile my homeboy's banging your girl, while ya leaving[Chorus x2]Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)[Bushwick Bill]What ya looking at, where ya ***** at?I'll make her bounce on till the back's upThinking you're something that your other playas tap offHoles in your stomach, till your whole waist snap offPour on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap offHate it with a passion when a ***** nigga act offRide on ya hood everyday and never slack offNever let it get squash, never let it slideDie motha*****a, die motha*****a, die[Anybody Killa]Flip through a couple pages, looking into my backgroundAll you see is the dead aroundDaddy always said there'd be days like thisNow daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wishI can't believe all the drama when it comes to deathAin't nothing you can do but pay respectSlip into the afterlife, feeling light as a featherEverybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever[Chorus x2]Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)
