SUICIDE MUSIC (исполнитель: Get Busy Committee)
You could take our lives, fill us up with lies 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die And I won't even cry, middle finger to the sky 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die Yeah' cause even if I gotta live a life of crime You got it, imma get it, never need it, 9 to 5 I push it to the limit, 'til it's time to say goodbye That's fine, 'cause I know just where I'm going when I die (die, die) See me in the microscope, see me in the fish tank Chicks want to know my real name plus the [bad word] length Me? I'm a scientist, God to a lab rat, Now I'm just a has-been rapper in a hazmat Duckin' spray shots, sewing up wounds, filling up tombs, let the bass boom Blood everywhere, so chaotic, I'm a bullet with your name on it Seekin' body after body ????????? ain't in office anymore But he's still Illuminatti, Death to the king, overthrow everything They'll be searching our apartments in an ATF sting G-g-get busy, scum of the Earth, hold a black magic seance to summon my verse, I'm a walking skeleton, the zombie that [bad word] the crowd Devil baby, I was born inside a mushroom cloud You could take our lives, fill us up with lies 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die And I won't even cry, middle finger to the sky 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die Yeah' cause even if I gotta live a life of crime You got it, imma get it, never need it, 9 to 5 I push it to the limit, 'til it's time to say goodbye That's fine, 'cause I know just where I'm going when I die (die, die) Suicide music, nothing to [bad word] fool, with full clip in the Uzi Shooting now at some zookies, no excuse, we blast now, splatter your goose down Clapping like it's the Yen, ????? your [bad word] movie Asking for passes homie, I'm not a coobie Here to blow your brains all over your [bad word] boobies Take me alive? Never, better to die free I'm writing [bad word] the police" inside a good-bye letter Peace, fade to black, call the priest Tell them to call heaven and save me a few seats Sorry it's the last minute, I'm bringing a few peeps Body, the lieutenant, who took a shoot at the chief, sheesh Guess I got a little problem with authority Tend to get a little bit [bad word] and gory, Volume on 10, if I gotta get it in, always keep a pistol grip pump Sitting on my lap like a Yorkie You could take our lives, fill us up with lies 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die And I won't even cry, middle finger to the sky 'Cause I know where I'm going when I die Yeah' cause even if I gotta live a life of crime You got it, imma get it, never need it, 9 to 5 I push it to the limit, 'til it's time to say goodbye That's fine, 'cause I know just where I'm going when I die (die, die) Kill yourself, call me if you need some help Kill yourself, call me if you need some help Kill yourself, call me if you need some help Kill yourself, call me if you need some help Kill yourself, call me if you need some help Kill yourself, call me if you need some help Kill yourself, call me if you need some help