Despot - Get Rich Or Try Dying lyrics

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[Despot:]

The "told ya so" kid, lookin like he's itchin to sing

The day hell got cold, sellin plane tickets to pigs

Time-tested method for turnin a fat chance slim

No win dyin, push whatever's bad back in

And that grin's there is through first, place taste beautiful

A cookie for the straightest faces, spilled milk's funeral

Snoopin through the junk for a tall glass to tip it in

Shootin at his feet only tryin to see what he steppin in

So far just the street, at least makin use of the weapon hand

No promise to keep a set force in the mode of guess again

Food stuck in the bristles, every brush with death tickles

'Round the mouth the whistle creation of birth in the middle

When the pistol swivel towards the sunny spot he chose to sit in

Holding hands up, flashin a joy buzzer, just kiddin

Then a spark and a single shot that start the face sinkin

Caught the bullseye blinkin, thought of that usin thinkin

[Chorus:]

Get rich or try dyin, life for the buyin

Out went the beatin hearts and in went the diamonds

Brown when the bleeding starts and green cause it's shinin

Here's to the late great man who left smilin

What a guy - he never died while he was alive

Slap him five - he never died while he was alive

Say goodbye - he never died while he was alive

Six million ways, never gave one a try

"Dig for the golllld, dig for the gollld

Diiiig, for the gold

I'll be a rich man in China, b-b-b-before I grow old"

[Despot:]

Here lies the hair that he split from temptations

And the gun still blazin, how's that for patience?

Hammer clappin off, another story for the ages

Snuff dug up snug in the backs of the turned pages

like, "Move or the chapter that you're standin in gets it~!"

For the record he only did it to teach a lesson

So hang your hat on the bullet sleepin take it as a blessin

That chalk outline is stretchin big so everyone can get in

Listen for the best and discover the fastest way to quiet

Tune in to that terrible screamin they call silent

'Til heaven's tremblin hand is there to scratch open your eyes

This nickel pitched between the fingers find today's lottery prizes

Scrapin up shotty is how you fight it's for the feedin frenzy

Tripped over a treasure chest while in hot pursuit of a penny

The shy [edit] shoppin cart chock full of that new alchemy

Tin cans to paper and he dragged it off happily

[Chorus]

[Despot:]

Caught a shiny glint and thought he finally hit luck

Then a snake in the garden jumped out that can of mixed nuts

Snap it shut quick enough and show it how to lick {cunt}

Short end of the stick taped to somethin big, still tough

One man's garbage is another man's big bluff

Dog got a new hold, opportunity's been stuck

And he's blue from the wrist up, huntin that stubborn payload

Holdin breaths for Jack, caught on the wrong end of the rainbow

Thumb in the goldrush with the ring flipped so the name shows

Other four fingers crossed hard enough to break bones

Sharp enough to stay gold, claim a chunk for free

Now it's hundreds of the same stone worth its weight in debris

But at least he gets to say he chipped away and got a piece

Before he figured out there's ones about, there's nothin here to see

But I still poke it, every X next to a tree

So you probably know the words a little better than me

[repeat to fade:]

"Dig for the golllld, dig for the gollld

Diiiig, for the gold

I'll be a rich man in China, b-b-b-before I grow old"