Boondox - Just Die lyrics

rate me

Put a hole in your soul

Make your blood run could

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

Gon' rest your eyes

You diiiee

Gon' test the fire

You don' fucked with the wrong one today

And you don't want it homie

Fuck what you're tryin to say

Your whole existence phony

Talkin so much shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint

And when I hit you with that glock

You'll wonder where your breathe went

Always quick to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw

Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off

But nuttin like what she would be with you, du'

She swallowed it

Now you wanna give me attitude

Bitch, eat a hollowtip

Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth

Kill your handicap and blow your mutherfuckin brains out

Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake

Pull the trigger, send your soul to Hell for fuckin Heaven's sake

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

Gon' rest your eyes

You diiiee

Gon' test the fire

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

Gon' rest your eyes

You diiiee

Gon' test the fire

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers

Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin mutherfucker

Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines

Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me

Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, two; one, two)

What'chu gonna do when I (come through, stun you)

Peel ya fuckin cap with a nine millimeter

Better run mutherfucker every time that I see ya

If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't wanna be ya

Hit'cha with them heatseekers

I fuckin ?? I thought I saw a pussy cat

I pointed to ya when they askin where the pussy at

YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!

Check my fuckin blood-pressure

Pop a couple pills and then I'm comin to get'cha

Put a hole in your soul

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

You diiiee

Put a hole in your soul

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

You diiiee

I'll pull a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile

And when I shot to kill, you know I shot with skill

And you don't ever see it comin

Got the skills of a Sniper

Put the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your diaper

For real, you's a liar, like Pinocchio

And when you talk, it grows

But hoe, it ain't your nose

It's the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction

There's a tax on your ass and I'ma make deductions

Take ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag

Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag

Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth

Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

Gon' rest your eyes

You diiiee

Gon' test the fire

Pull the heater on ya

Put a hole in your soul

Nine millimeter homie

Make your blood run could

You diiiee

Gon' rest your eyes

You diiiee

Gon' test the fire

<i>[Thanks to Hatchet for these lyrics]</i>