Who Wanna Die

[Intro: Ruthless Rob]
If you really wanna die, we'll then I'm the man
I come equipped with the motherfuckin' master plans
If you really wanna die, we'll then I'm the man
I come equipped with the motherfuckin' master plans

[Verse 1: Ruthless Rob]
I'm at the cemetery, tell me, yeah, who wanna die?
Buried alive or a suicide dive
My homicidal drive's guaranteein' your demise
You better recognize, I'ma feed you to the flies (Yeah!)
I'm just a miserable individual gettin' rid of you
Shit I'm 'bout to do is unforgivable
Candlelight visuals, you just another memory
I'm your death dealer with a special delivery
You gon' remember me 'cause I'ma be the last (Yeah!)
Face that you see, right before I kill your ass (Yeah!)
I'm fuckin' up your good day, bringin' bad news
Stick my hand up in your ass and then I stashed a horseshoe
'Cause your luck is up, it's time to take a dirt nap
I'ma fuck you up and then I smoke a blunt wrap (Yeah!)
Welcome to my death trap, bitch, you had it comin' (Yeah!)
Miss me with that beggin' and there ain't no point in runnin' (Yeah!)
The pain stacked up and I finally snapped, the torment and misery put my brain off track
All the shit you put me through, how could you say that?
We used to go way back, now I want payback!

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Stab 'em up, cut 'em down, that is how we ride, 1-8-7 homicide
One question on my mind, do you wanna die?
Tell me who wanna die? Who wanna die? (What!)
Who wanna die? Who wanna die? (Come on!)
Who wanna die? Who wanna die? (What!)
Who wanna die? Who wanna die? (Come on!)

[Verse 2: 2-Face]
Who wanna die? Welcome to my murder ride
Homicide nationwide, I-95
Eastside Jim Jones, mass genocide
Cult suicide, uh, let me be your guide
Trioxide, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde
Bloody bodies, bloody bride, absolutely horrified
Your death is dignified, corpses crucified
Leave the town mortified, terrified, fuckin' petrified (-Fied)
Victim unidentified by all your relatives (-Tives)
Locked up in my basement, drugged out on some sedatives (-Tives)
I've got a few skeletons that I can't deposit
Buried in the backyard, transition to the closet
Murder memorabilia, collectin' everything
Wedding rings with the bling, shout out to Ed Gein
Another horror scene (scene), nightmare daydream
Halloween prom teen turned into a scream queen

[Chorus: Ruthless Rob & 2-Face]
Stab 'em up, cut 'em down, that is how we ride, 1-8-7 homicide
One question on my mind, do you wanna die?
Tell me who wanna die? Who wanna die? (What!)
Who wanna die? Who wanna die? (Come on!)
Who wanna die? Who wanna die? (What!)
Who wanna die? Who wanna die? (Come on!)

[Outro]
Wicked Sindicate