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grave plott - die again lyrics

[intro]
huh-huh-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-haha!
you know what the f-ck this is, man?
let me tell you..
this is “die again”
with grave plott, motherf-cka!

[verse 1: k!lla c & liquid -ss-ssin]
my n-gga’s k!lla c, i was born in a coffin
i’ll murder your -ss on the side where you walk and
we don’t give a f-ck, we don’t give a sh-t
get flatlined quick from the g.p, b-tch

you gon’ die motherf-cka, die motherf-cka
die by the drug or the gun slug gon’ fly
i’mma come slum, your gun’s a – –
cause i’mma rip ’em up the gut and bust mine
get touched with the ak and snucked away
or get a white – – where the weapon stay
wreck your b-lls like – – -, man
get smashed with a phone, joe pesci bang

f-cking high, it’s time for you to die
i got a rusty spoon and i’m going for your eye
i’m a loose cannon, i spit straight fire
and i’ll hang you from your b-lls from a telephone wire

spit fire with fire, pop the trunk, get you pumped like a flat tire
runnin’ with a gauge, – a – right by ya
behind you, i’mma – like mike myers
i’mma come through with – and war tools
c-ck back, strapped to the blades, escort you
f-ck, spittin’ flames on a – –
you over the edge, you can’t fly, you’re forced to

[hook: tech n9ne]
haters you can – die!
demons you can – die!
believe it you can – die!
motherf-ckers – die!
haters you can – die!
demons you can – die!
believe it you can – die!
motherf-ckers – die!
haters you can – die!
demons you can – die!
believe it you can – die!
motherf-ckers – die!
haters you can – die!
demons you can – die!
believe it you can – die!
motherf-ckers – die!

[verse 2: tech n9ne]
how many motherf-ckers wanna get hostile, we apostle
with the wicked gospel, on yo block with a monstrosity, call it chakraties
dropping philosophies on how to k!ll augmenty, boss’ really soft to me
awfully trip, tryna get that thing off of me hip
i ain’t trippin’ off you jealous motherf-ckers, and

biggest gang on the globe and
– – – -, heinus when i pound, b-tch
bang with a insane chain gang, n-gga, that’s strange sh-t
rougher than a blood and crip battle spit on the streets
(i’m) tougher than your friend, but this chalice is on –
liberate me, get up out my way if you ain’t family
insanity, calamity, await you, stuck in amity
k!lla c with the – tech n9ne, we snappin’ necks and sh-t
we stackin’ relish so you haters you can rest in p-ss

[verse 3]
, spittin’ straight wicked g sh-t

we so sick with it, might wanna forget it

g to the r to the a to the v-e

you can do to stop me

i wanna stab you

not giving a f-ck is my specialty

gun in your mouth like

you gon’ die, motherf-cka, use tech to end you

- grave plott lyrics

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