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boondox - just die lyrics

“just die”

put a hole in your soul
make your blood run could

put a hole in your soul
nine millimeter homie
make your blood run could
you die
gonna rest your eyes
you die
gonna test the fire

you don’ f-cked with the wrong one today
and you don’t want it homie
f-ck what you’re trying to say
your whole existence phony
talking so much sh-t you need’a motherf-cking breathe mint
and when i hit you with that glock
you’ll wonder where your breathe went
always quick to take the d-ck up out of your mouth to jack your jaw
guess you’re p-ssed ya baby b-tch would take the time to jack me off
but nuttin like what she would be with you, du’
she swallowed it
now you wanna give me att-tude
b-tch, eat a hollowtip
take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth
kill your handicap and blow your motherf-cking brains out
do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake
pull the trigger, send your soul to h-ll for f-cking heaven’s sake

pull the heater on ya
put a hole in your soul
nine millimeter homie
make your blood run could
you die
gonna rest your eyes
you die
gonna test the fire
pull the heater on ya
put a hole in your soul
nine millimeter homie
make your blood run could
you die
gonna rest your eyes
you die
gonna test the fire

see me on the streets and now you holla at me like we’re brothers
then you run your mouth cause you’s a backstabbing motherf-cker
hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines
boy, you need’a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me
run upon you, hit you with that (one, two; one, two)
what you gonna do when i (come through, stun you)
peel ya f-cking cap with a nine millimeter
better run motherf-cker every time that i see ya
if i see ya motherf-cker then i wouldn’t wanna be ya
hit you with them heatseekers
i f-cking you with that i thought i saw a p-ssy cat
i pointed to ya when they asking where the p-ssy at
you c-cksuckin-motherf-cker!
check my f-cking blood-pressure
pop a couple pills and then i’m coming to get you

put a hole in your soul
make your blood run could
you die
you die
put a hole in your soul
make your blood run could
you die
you die

i’ll pull a drive by on ya in a coupe de vile
and when i shot to kill, you know i shot with skill
and you don’t ever see it coming
got the skills of a sniper
put the heat through your body, what you spill in your diaper
for real, you’s a liar, like pinocchio
and when you talk, it grows
but hoe, it ain’t your nose
it’s the rage in my soul, it’s building like construction
there’s a tax on your -ss and i’ma make deductions
take ya functions, put you in a new shipbag
beg like a b-tch and you ain’t gonna do sh-t f-g
twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth
tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece

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