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blaze ya dead homie - 2middle fingers lyrics

welcome to… the casket factory…

[verse 1: blaze ya dead homie]
let me give these b-tches a chair
you know they can’t stand to see me doing good
reppin’ my hood from sundown to sunup
on the come up, so shut up and let me get a grip
i ain’t constipated like b-tches who ain’t sh-t
i ain’t sedated, medicated, vacationing on a trip
i’m in their ears like a q-tip, miss me with that lip
still they busted and they split, in need of some chap stick
and all i got is some fat d-ck
so suck it or f-ck it or shut the f-ck up and f-ck off
i’m like cialis, see i stay hard while y’all weak b-tches who stay soft
like a pillow. i’m incognito like silhouettes
i’m impatient like a k!ller get, like it or love it i’m k!lling it

[hook: blaze ya dead homie]
put 2middle fingers in the sky fo’ me
(time to welcome home ya dead homie)
who ready to ride or die fo’ me?
(time to welcome home ya dead homie)

[verse 2: blaze ya dead homie]
i channel the spirit of 2pac and biggie within me
god give me the will to never be anything but me
i spit it correct and never let the weak sh-t infect me
see i’m a prodigy intense, sometimes i gotta be…
s-sometimes i gotta be aggressive
i grew up in a home that was oppressive
so i go the extra mile to be impressive
i’m insane and i’ll k!ll you all the same
i’m not an angel with wings like an arrow point
i’m more like a helicopter, you get chopped up in the blades
i’m blaze, the hardest k!ller in the game
and i don’t need a f-cking clock or a chain to bang
i’m from the home of “n0body gives a f-ck who you is”
and if you feeling me in this b-tch then all you gotta do is:

[hook]

[verse 3: blaze ya dead homie]

went from a:
boy to a man, i’m a thug til i kick the can, i mean the bucket, don’t got a bucket-list, i got a f-ck-it-list
i’m first on the list to say f-ck it b-tch, see i’m correct an sh-t
not the solution i’m the problem and yeah i’m loving it
i’m above it, like the clouds when you down
we on ya better seek shelter or get your umbrella
because i got a knack for wetting em up
my knife ready to stab and cut
my motto is six short words “b-tch i don’t give a f-ck”

[hook]

“the resurrection will not be televised.. you can look to the skies, and realize.. the dead man.. has returned!”

- blaze ya dead homie lyrics

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