Die Lyrics
| Song | Die |
| Artist | Slaughterhouse |
| Album | welcome to: OUR HOUSE |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I'm about to give it to you | |
| You ain't gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I'm about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone’s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die | |
| TonightNigga, this that shooter music | |
| I'm about that life so much | |
| I might go touch my rifles butt | |
| And my dick just might go up | |
| Nigga, that nostril on that rifle'll knock the snot right out you | |
| Try me and | |
| I try out ya | |
| The drum on the gun is | |
| Beta like | |
| Phi AlphaBut there ain't no frat niggas in the hood be calling me | |
| Tackleberry | |
| And if he's iron, he will have him a easier time trying | |
| To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle | |
| BarryThen he go against this got damn | |
| G4 buying, | |
| Detroit lion | |
| I'm about that life so much | |
| I might go golf | |
| Trying to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when | |
| I go offHomocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark | |
| Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part | |
| I don't give a **** if they wilding, | |
| I got a clip full of ****ing | |
| Ray Allens | |
| Selling that | |
| Sarah Palin, in broad day, a | |
| Letterman | |
| FallonWhen | |
| I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like(Bombs away) | |
| Bootsy Collins | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I'm about to give it to you | |
| You ain't gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I'm about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone’s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die | |
| TonightThey shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled | |
| They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led | |
| To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick | |
| Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said | |
| They'll all be dead soon, and | |
| I'm talking before that nurse can change the | |
| IVI'mma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking rasberry flavored ice tea | |
| My G, kill him and take his | |
| IDI'm a renegade like | |
| E-M-I-N-E- | |
| M and Ja-Y- | |
| ZBitch it's karate, it's | |
| Mr. Miyagi mixed with | |
| Issey Miyake | |
| Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body | |
| Quick as Buggatis, then | |
| I'm hitting the | |
| OmniWith a chicken licking my dick in the lobby; this | |
| New Edition, | |
| I'm BobbyFast laner | |
| I'm speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe | |
| I'mma wet your head like a leak in the roof | |
| Then I'm leaving the booth for gas chamber | |
| My granny calling me a rap singer | |
| But she don't know | |
| I use my strap finger | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I'm about to give it to you | |
| You ain't gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I'm about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone’s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die | |
| TonightLook, this a whole nother "Ether" | |
| Hop out, black mask, low | |
| CaesarTell the goonies keep it low with the reefer | |
| New bodies on old heaters | |
| We ain't rapped too tight | |
| Starving, they thought | |
| Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite | |
| I'm detail, not derail | |
| Don't lay your head if you shit by it | |
| Got skeletons, but my shit private | |
| I paved the way, y'all misguided | |
| So try it, | |
| I'mma send a threat | |
| Tie her up don't end her yet | |
| Bullet go through your wife's eye now we know you ain't on the internet | |
| In my head | |
| I see amateurs, can't retain a memory | |
| All I'm left with is images | |
| With that | |
| I'm putting emphasis | |
| And in parentheses | |
| Put he's hated by large percentages | |
| And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premises | |
| One shot, change him for life, he'll be belligerent | |
| Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering | |
| Bulletproofed the hoodie for | |
| Trayvon Martin | |
| Then go to war with the cops, even they aren't pardoned | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I'm about to give it to you | |
| You ain't gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I'm about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone’s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die | |
| Tonight |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| TonightNigga, this that shooter music | |
| I' m about that life so much | |
| I might go touch my rifles butt | |
| And my dick just might go up | |
| Nigga, that nostril on that rifle' ll knock the snot right out you | |
| Try me and | |
| I try out ya | |
| The drum on the gun is | |
| Beta like | |
| Phi AlphaBut there ain' t no frat niggas in the hood be calling me | |
| Tackleberry | |
| And if he' s iron, he will have him a easier time trying | |
| To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle | |
| BarryThen he go against this got damn | |
| G4 buying, | |
| Detroit lion | |
| I' m about that life so much | |
| I might go golf | |
| Trying to get me a holeinone to remind me of life when | |
| I go offHomocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it' s dark | |
| Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part | |
| I don' t give a if they wilding, | |
| I got a clip full of ing | |
| Ray Allens | |
| Selling that | |
| Sarah Palin, in broad day, a | |
| Letterman | |
| FallonWhen | |
| I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like Bombs away | |
| Bootsy Collins | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| TonightThey shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled | |
| They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led | |
| To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick | |
| Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said | |
| They' ll all be dead soon, and | |
| I' m talking before that nurse can change the | |
| IVI' mma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking rasberry flavored ice tea | |
| My G, kill him and take his | |
| IDI' m a renegade like | |
| EMINE | |
| M and JaY | |
| ZBitch it' s karate, it' s | |
| Mr. Miyagi mixed with | |
| Issey Miyake | |
| Smell that chopper kicking when it' s lifting ya body | |
| Quick as Buggatis, then | |
| I' m hitting the | |
| OmniWith a chicken licking my dick in the lobby this | |
| New Edition, | |
| I' m BobbyFast laner | |
| I' m speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe | |
| I' mma wet your head like a leak in the roof | |
| Then I' m leaving the booth for gas chamber | |
| My granny calling me a rap singer | |
| But she don' t know | |
| I use my strap finger | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| TonightLook, this a whole nother " Ether" | |
| Hop out, black mask, low | |
| CaesarTell the goonies keep it low with the reefer | |
| New bodies on old heaters | |
| We ain' t rapped too tight | |
| Starving, they thought | |
| Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite | |
| I' m detail, not derail | |
| Don' t lay your head if you shit by it | |
| Got skeletons, but my shit private | |
| I paved the way, y' all misguided | |
| So try it, | |
| I' mma send a threat | |
| Tie her up don' t end her yet | |
| Bullet go through your wife' s eye now we know you ain' t on the internet | |
| In my head | |
| I see amateurs, can' t retain a memory | |
| All I' m left with is images | |
| With that | |
| I' m putting emphasis | |
| And in parentheses | |
| Put he' s hated by large percentages | |
| And all my nemesis won' t even let ' em on the premises | |
| One shot, change him for life, he' ll be belligerent | |
| Even his text messages are gonna read like he' s whispering | |
| Bulletproofed the hoodie for | |
| Trayvon Martin | |
| Then go to war with the cops, even they aren' t pardoned | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| Tonight |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| TonightNigga, this that shooter music | |
| I' m about that life so much | |
| I might go touch my rifles butt | |
| And my dick just might go up | |
| Nigga, that nostril on that rifle' ll knock the snot right out you | |
| Try me and | |
| I try out ya | |
| The drum on the gun is | |
| Beta like | |
| Phi AlphaBut there ain' t no frat niggas in the hood be calling me | |
| Tackleberry | |
| And if he' s iron, he will have him a easier time trying | |
| To put on some pads and go in and try to tackle | |
| BarryThen he go against this got damn | |
| G4 buying, | |
| Detroit lion | |
| I' m about that life so much | |
| I might go golf | |
| Trying to get me a holeinone to remind me of life when | |
| I go offHomocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it' s dark | |
| Dahmer signing his name on a dotted line with a bloody body part | |
| I don' t give a if they wilding, | |
| I got a clip full of ing | |
| Ray Allens | |
| Selling that | |
| Sarah Palin, in broad day, a | |
| Letterman | |
| FallonWhen | |
| I shoot this iron, all you hear is hooping and hollin' like Bombs away | |
| Bootsy Collins | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| TonightThey shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled | |
| They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led | |
| To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick | |
| Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said | |
| They' ll all be dead soon, and | |
| I' m talking before that nurse can change the | |
| IVI' mma put em in the dirt, leave em leaking rasberry flavored ice tea | |
| My G, kill him and take his | |
| IDI' m a renegade like | |
| EMINE | |
| M and JaY | |
| ZBitch it' s karate, it' s | |
| Mr. Miyagi mixed with | |
| Issey Miyake | |
| Smell that chopper kicking when it' s lifting ya body | |
| Quick as Buggatis, then | |
| I' m hitting the | |
| OmniWith a chicken licking my dick in the lobby this | |
| New Edition, | |
| I' m BobbyFast laner | |
| I' m speaking the truth, put 3 in the coupe | |
| I' mma wet your head like a leak in the roof | |
| Then I' m leaving the booth for gas chamber | |
| My granny calling me a rap singer | |
| But she don' t know | |
| I use my strap finger | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| TonightLook, this a whole nother " Ether" | |
| Hop out, black mask, low | |
| CaesarTell the goonies keep it low with the reefer | |
| New bodies on old heaters | |
| We ain' t rapped too tight | |
| Starving, they thought | |
| Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite | |
| I' m detail, not derail | |
| Don' t lay your head if you shit by it | |
| Got skeletons, but my shit private | |
| I paved the way, y' all misguided | |
| So try it, | |
| I' mma send a threat | |
| Tie her up don' t end her yet | |
| Bullet go through your wife' s eye now we know you ain' t on the internet | |
| In my head | |
| I see amateurs, can' t retain a memory | |
| All I' m left with is images | |
| With that | |
| I' m putting emphasis | |
| And in parentheses | |
| Put he' s hated by large percentages | |
| And all my nemesis won' t even let ' em on the premises | |
| One shot, change him for life, he' ll be belligerent | |
| Even his text messages are gonna read like he' s whispering | |
| Bulletproofed the hoodie for | |
| Trayvon Martin | |
| Then go to war with the cops, even they aren' t pardoned | |
| Everything you been asking for, yes, | |
| I' m about to give it to you | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more, cause | |
| I' m about to put one through you | |
| I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio | |
| Sounds like | |
| I got an A | |
| K dumping straight to the radio | |
| If you trying to be target practice, you finally found a shooter | |
| Soon as I pull my gun | |
| I know that someone' s gonna die, die, die, die | |
| Someone' s gonna dieeieiei die | |
| Tonight |
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