Die Young, Die Fast

Your one turn kill
A sinister secret

Yeah
Yeah
You wanna
You gotta
Keep it rolling, keep it rolling

Yeah
Yeah
You wanna
You gotta
Keep it coming, keep it coming

Kill that shit, hear the echo of a gun blast
Die young, die fast
Kill that bitch, put’em in a fucking bodybag
Die young, die fast, die like trash

Shit talking hypocrite
You always know what to say
I’ve had enough of it
You fucking make me sick

Yeah
Yeah
You wanna
You gotta

Keep it coming
Keep it coming
Keep it coming
Oh

Kill that shit, hear the echo of a gun blast
Die young, die fast
Kill that bitch, put’em in a fucking bodybag
Die young, die fast, die like trash

(Chris Guest Vocal)

Hold up
What’s with all this shit you have to say about what I should do
Not for prophet, not for God and not for what you want me to
Become, look at evеrything I’ve done
No one diеd and made you king and if you think they did then you are pretty dumb

You don’t know a fucking thing about this shit but yet you somehow think you are the God of it
I don’t wanna hear it, it makes me sick, you fucking twisted prick
You are the problem here

Thy Kingdom Come, it’s coming undone
Motherfucker, now look at what I have become
Dead in the present but dead in the past
Die young, die fast

Kill that shit, hear the echo of a gun blast
Die young, die fast
Kill that bitch, put’em in a fucking bodybag
Die young, die fast, die like trash