Everybody Diez Lyrics
| Song | Everybody Diez |
| Artist | Twiztid |
| Album | The Green Book |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A.b.k., Bill, Madrox, Monoxide | |
| Everybody dies | |
| Everybody dies[Jamie Madrox] | |
| Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt | |
| From earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert | |
| And everyone's a part of it, some more then others | |
| Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers | |
| New comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places | |
| Parents and teachers, prostitutes and preachers | |
| Throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us | |
| Living how we got to live, and doing what we got to do | |
| Praying for another day so we can fight and make it through | |
| Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes | |
| Still we congregate in unemployment lines | |
| One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world | |
| Just we on another page. (one more time) | |
| One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world | |
| Just we on another page...[Chorus x2] | |
| Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies) | |
| Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)[Monoxide Child] | |
| Once I lit a smoke off a bitch | |
| I friedAnd | |
| I ashed it in her face when she died | |
| Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone? | |
| Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya mind blown | |
| That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the war | |
| You should of never tried to take a stab at us | |
| And you never should of rapped on us | |
| We see the game from way the others hurried and rush | |
| We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what? | |
| You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when it's supposed to | |
| Bitch I'll have your whole block haunted | |
| Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really really | |
| Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly | |
| Big Willie get your throat cut and left bleeding | |
| While my homeboy's banging your girl, while ya leaving[Chorus x2] | |
| Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies) | |
| Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies)[Bushwick Bill] | |
| What ya looking at, where ya bitch at? | |
| I'll make her bounce on till the back's up | |
| Thinking you're something that your other playas tap off | |
| Holes in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off | |
| Pour on some 'nac, bite the bottle cap off | |
| Hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off | |
| Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off | |
| Never let it get squash, never let it slide | |
| Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die[Anybody Killa] | |
| Flip through a couple pages, looking into my background | |
| All you see is the dead around | |
| Daddy always said there'd be days like this | |
| Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish | |
| I can't believe all the drama when it comes to death | |
| Ain't nothing you can do but pay respect | |
| Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a feather | |
| Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever[Chorus x2] | |
| Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies) | |
| Come on, we on another page(Everybody dies) |
| zuo qu : A. b. k., Bill, Madrox, Monoxide | |
| Everybody dies | |
| Everybody dies Jamie Madrox | |
| Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt | |
| From earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert | |
| And everyone' s a part of it, some more then others | |
| Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers | |
| New comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places | |
| Parents and teachers, prostitutes and preachers | |
| Throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us | |
| Living how we got to live, and doing what we got to do | |
| Praying for another day so we can fight and make it through | |
| Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes | |
| Still we congregate in unemployment lines | |
| One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world | |
| Just we on another page. one more time | |
| One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world | |
| Just we on another page... Chorus x2 | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies Monoxide Child | |
| Once I lit a smoke off a bitch | |
| I friedAnd | |
| I ashed it in her face when she died | |
| Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone? | |
| Like a celluar phone that' s stuck on roam, now get ya mind blown | |
| That' s me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the war | |
| You should of never tried to take a stab at us | |
| And you never should of rapped on us | |
| We see the game from way the others hurried and rush | |
| We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what? | |
| You couldn' t touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when it' s supposed to | |
| Bitch I' ll have your whole block haunted | |
| Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really really | |
| Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly | |
| Big Willie get your throat cut and left bleeding | |
| While my homeboy' s banging your girl, while ya leaving Chorus x2 | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies Bushwick Bill | |
| What ya looking at, where ya bitch at? | |
| I' ll make her bounce on till the back' s up | |
| Thinking you' re something that your other playas tap off | |
| Holes in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off | |
| Pour on some ' nac, bite the bottle cap off | |
| Hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off | |
| Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off | |
| Never let it get squash, never let it slide | |
| Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die Anybody Killa | |
| Flip through a couple pages, looking into my background | |
| All you see is the dead around | |
| Daddy always said there' d be days like this | |
| Now daddy' s dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish | |
| I can' t believe all the drama when it comes to death | |
| Ain' t nothing you can do but pay respect | |
| Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a feather | |
| Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever Chorus x2 | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies |
| zuò qǔ : A. b. k., Bill, Madrox, Monoxide | |
| Everybody dies | |
| Everybody dies Jamie Madrox | |
| Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt | |
| From earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert | |
| And everyone' s a part of it, some more then others | |
| Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even grandmothers | |
| New comers and old faces, people of any races, and familiar places | |
| Parents and teachers, prostitutes and preachers | |
| Throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us | |
| Living how we got to live, and doing what we got to do | |
| Praying for another day so we can fight and make it through | |
| Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us designed for rhymes | |
| Still we congregate in unemployment lines | |
| One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world | |
| Just we on another page. one more time | |
| One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same world | |
| Just we on another page... Chorus x2 | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies Monoxide Child | |
| Once I lit a smoke off a bitch | |
| I friedAnd | |
| I ashed it in her face when she died | |
| Who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone? | |
| Like a celluar phone that' s stuck on roam, now get ya mind blown | |
| That' s me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to start the war | |
| You should of never tried to take a stab at us | |
| And you never should of rapped on us | |
| We see the game from way the others hurried and rush | |
| We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust, what? | |
| You couldn' t touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when it' s supposed to | |
| Bitch I' ll have your whole block haunted | |
| Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really really | |
| Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly | |
| Big Willie get your throat cut and left bleeding | |
| While my homeboy' s banging your girl, while ya leaving Chorus x2 | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies Bushwick Bill | |
| What ya looking at, where ya bitch at? | |
| I' ll make her bounce on till the back' s up | |
| Thinking you' re something that your other playas tap off | |
| Holes in your stomach, till your whole waist snap off | |
| Pour on some ' nac, bite the bottle cap off | |
| Hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off | |
| Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off | |
| Never let it get squash, never let it slide | |
| Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die Anybody Killa | |
| Flip through a couple pages, looking into my background | |
| All you see is the dead around | |
| Daddy always said there' d be days like this | |
| Now daddy' s dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish | |
| I can' t believe all the drama when it comes to death | |
| Ain' t nothing you can do but pay respect | |
| Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a feather | |
| Everybody dies, so quit acting like you livin' forever Chorus x2 | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies | |
| Come on, we on another page Everybody dies |
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