You’re Dead

[Intro]
Devereaux
It's Chunk
I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Heard that you was talkin', homie, thought I never knew
But the streets don't only listen, they be talkin' to me too
(They do) Slither through my garden I'ma chop a snake in two
In the cabin with the savages, we calculating doom
Jump out the tomb, I'ma just follow the moon
Well look at that, that shit just led me to you (Bitch)
You lied to my face, now you gon' lie in a stew (Bloop)
My hatchet swang in America, (Chop) China gon' get a monsoon
All at your neck, let's put the butterfly in the effect
Spinеless cowards in a bloody shower 'til the tub fill and you slip
Toastеr in it 'til it short the power 'cause it gotta be death or respect
This for the maggots without any loyalty, the wagons have come to collect

[Verse 2: Violent J]
Tell me, what's it like to be dead?
Can you smell your rotting lips?
Is it a trip when your skin rips?
Does your dark sun stay eclipsed?
Speedball, ninja, fuck your health
Blaze up and cremate yourself
Bonfire in your backyard, stick your ash in a jar
Now you on that shelf
Your heart's beatin' stopped in place
Eyes withering in your face
What's that view like? How's it taste
When your tongue disintegrates?
And when you're dead, why's it hangin' out?
Is it the maggots in your mouth?
Can you taste them squirmin' about?
I bet they like how you taste, no doubt
Follow me, boy, does it suck to be dead? (Tell me)
Them hollow-points plucked in your head
Is it weird when the brains in your cranium spread
All over your truck instead?
And my pit bull Atari fed
On a dead redneck inbred
Your bad karma came callin', it was appallin'
And dreadful, that's all you bled
I love watching you crawl in bed
Thinkin' I give a fuck, all misled
Made me laugh so hard that my fuckin' Gat discharged
And dumped all its lead
And I blew your skull to shreds
And I'm takin' all the cred
Like you did so many others, now it's your mother's turn
To get to call you dead

[Chorus: Violent J]
Bitch, you're dead
Dead
I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in

[Verse 3: Ouija Macc]
I'm up in the block and let the Glock pop
Homie swangin' hatchets out the drop top
If you ain't down with the clown then you dead in the ground
Where don't nobody hop out
Blood on my diamonds and hoes on my line
So a killa got something to smile 'bout
Mob out on a motherfucker 'cause I tied him to the bumper
Just to rip a sucker arms out
Hatchet blade all in your sphincter
I make it spray like a sprinkler
Find me a sexual predator
Then give that trigger the finger (Boom)
Never been much of a thinker (Nah)
Murder made me a believer
Karma be workin' to Juggalos
Let all them other hoes be the receiver

[Verse 4: Violent J]
Hong Kong chop suey, boing boing
The Duke is Froot Loop screwy (Why?)
Your boy Huey Lewis spread the news
That my dick splooge was gooey
I nutted on your bitch face, where was you?
Gone without a slick trace, what a waste
Dick Tracy couldn't find ya
'Cause you're dead and gone, let me remind ya
Cavalier dogs led by a rover
Them mutts turned every leaf over
Should've asked Cobain, 'cause like you
He had everything banged up above his shoulders
Check the moon and search with the Hubble
But I soon had to burst they bubble
Should've checked the back of the hearse, or just ask Lurch
You was in worse than trouble
You was all submerged in the rubble
Six feet deep below six feet deep double
As dead as a dead man's dick hole
Buried where? Who knows? So fuck your shovel

[Chorus: Violent J]
Bitch, you're dead
Dead
Bitch, you're dead
Dead
Bash 'em right the fuck in