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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #662
Peak in subgenre #30
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
November 09, 2008
Track Files
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:02
Lyrics
I was obligated to have a conversation wit death//
I could say what he said, but ide rather not say it instead//
Better yet, fuck it ill say it, but ill say ta wax//
The conversation we had, got me askin what kinda conversation was that//
Haters placin they bets, on when they’l lay me to rest//
But guess what, im hungry, & I aint ate the game yet//
I seen em creepin up on me, my heart raced in my chest//
Its rainin & wet, im breakin a sweat, brace & get set//
Grim…he’s angry and says, sign this page in blood//
Replaced the page wit my face, replaced the pen wita gun//
Im like, son, yo whats up, nah I aint playin ya game//
He put his blade to my anus, explained that feels the same//
you’ll get raped in ya ass, & you’ll hafta bleed out it//
S’why most the shyt you hear now, is ass, think about it//
I got pissed and started growlin, told em back the fuck off//
planned on takin his sickle from em, n hackin his nuts off//
got satan hatin on me, puttin death in my ear//
So I told him to go away, cuz ill be blessed in a year//
He just, laughed in my face, as he faded to black//
& I though to myself damn, what kinda conversation was that//
Last night, I had a conversation with death//
Cuz some thug got hungry & tried to put 8 to my chest//
But I pulled a blade on em, made it rain from his neck//
Wit a blade im the best, sorry grim but you aint takin me yet//
I coulda easily squeezed three, or just left breakin his leg//
Flashed back to Iraqi tactics, “aim for the chest”//
Raisin the tech, I aimed for his head, said “bang”, & “ya dead”//
Slipped, trigger tripped, sprayin the lead, now im layin in red//
That night, my life flashed past, before my eyes//
Told grim to make me famous, before I died//
he told me no one knows ya missin, till ya 6 feet deep//
So ill make ya so famous , theyl put ya under 60 feet///
Last night, I had a conversation with death//
Thought he said, “time to flow”, but that aint what he said//
Reaper told me to cease speakin, quit tryna find the flow//
I cant rhyme no mo, why? Cuz grim said “time to go”//
