Dead Men Don’t Sing

[verse 1: Esham]
Niggas ahead of time and space we already won the race
Don't ask about me about no fucking yola bitch I'm about to catch a case
Way past paranoid I'm out my mind its kind of funny how you telling people that I never paid and owe you money
Its ridiculous I spit this wicked shit and never mention this but niggas be acting fucking phony and they counterfeit
I gives a fuck bout a fuck boy good luck boy don't call me when your ass gets stuck boy
N-A-T-A-S will never die forever I fly and at your funeral not one tear will I cry
Some might flow that is blasphemous and that I'm wrong but you gone
Dead men don't sing no songs

Dead mеn don't sing
Dead men don't sing

[verse 2: TNT]
Dead mеn don't sing no songs and you know that's true
So when I see your bitch ass I'm killing you
Straight up, no lie, no faking let the heat fry his ass like bacon
I'm leaving his dead body shaking I'm a mission to kill everybody
You know me T-N-T I shoot up the party no dancing or romancing or talking
If the bitch ain't fucking I'm walking
I see ya. I walk the flat lines make sweet shit to wicked bass lines
You waste times, place mines in the archives
I'm taking lives contemplation of mine
You're dead not alive close your eyes and three part harmonize

Dead men don't sing
Dead men don't sing

[verse 3: Esham]
No singing at my funeral I've been ready to die for sure
Business can I get a witness but you don't know my footprints in the sand right along with yours
Whenever will I be forgiven for opening up hell's doors letting evil spirits out the dark to come torture your mental
After Natas after life life after death coincidental wicked shit is all I spit I ever spit never spit no shit like you
Fool you taught your whole crew
So to all you none believers demons devils and you divas three strikes to hell like the strips on your Adidas
Dope fiends the meek shall inherit the earth it seems I'm here to kill again dead men don't sing