The Death of a Dresser

Back up in yo ass with the ressurection

Is the group harder than an erection that shows no affection

They wanna ban us on Capital Hill

'Cause its die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas, KILL!

All along it was the ghetto, nuthin' but the ghetto,

Takin' short steps, one foot at a time and kept my head low

I'll never let go, cause if I let go,

Then I'd be spineless I'M GOIN' INSAAAAAAANE

I think my mind just,

Goes out of control and judge on subjects muthafuckas read about

I touch on the shit they believe without

I've seen this muthafucka's non-spoken

I've seen the same nigga with a nine, die with his eyes open

And simply what this means is

He didn't know every dog had his day, until he seen his

I bet you muthafuckas will too,

'Cause its die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas, kill foo

Aw, fuck, chumps on a killin' spree again, with guillotines for men/I walk around town with a frown on my face/fuck the whole world, fittin' to catch a murder case...

Ambient music: --Geto Boyz, "Die Mother Fucker"