Tekster:
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Back From The Dead

it all... Man there he go right there What's up now muthafucka? (Gunshots) Now you's dead muthafucka Hey Blaze Blaze wake up It's time to wake up Blaze

't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat Big guns, down South we blaze Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston Wild Texan, no trespassin' Long mics hit the dead

) (Outlaw) Blaze Your Dead Homie The unliving I'm dead and lifeless The clock bearer So terror the time is Precise when your body is separating from

fans And I said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless to me" Blaze Ya Dead Homie: I gots love for my homies

gets' wicked like wonka, if you kill me I'll haunt ya And trap ya, wake Blaze up from the dead to bitch slap ya I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles

do their thing You in the industry We in the streets You know what I'm saying? The label that runs beneath the streets Psychopatchic ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie

show, gang of lunatics We the rebels for the dead Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin' head And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little Rather beat ya

his dick You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips" Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga Fuck losing weight We back

homeboy Tray Deee Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say What you say, huh? (We do this like everyday) Did ya get the dank, did ya