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
Übersetzung: Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Back From The Dead.
leather balmer Around the time Mike was moon walkin' Now I write the shit that'll have the whole hood talkin' Hit ya shit up I'll make ya body spit back
she drowns Now how the fuck we sound? (man rap is outta control) (I gotta smoke something) yo homie bust me down Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back
the 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
leave em in a spell And I got a little story to tell For all my homies that's locked up in jail I kick it to ya give it to ya for real Cuz I know y'all
'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
before dawn (The moon is out and I'm digging on it) (x2) (Colton Grundy) Blaze Your Dead Homie The unliving I'm dead and lifeless The clock bearer
) (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
reflected off our gats Demons without reason Or the mercy we once knew Revenge is like the sweetest joy Bringing visions of de ja vu (Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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
some gas See if I can take a little skin of the calf Grotesque I'm a walking body bag And when it all heals I'll pick the scabs [Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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
game, trying to do their thing. You in the industry, we in the strets. Know what I'm saying? The label that runs beneth the streets. Psychopathic. ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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
in this bitch, up in this bitch Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) G's up, ridin' from the
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
back in the day you was all about that (Sure was) Shot that ass out back in '89 Perry wearin locs and this clock of mine Rose from the dead with the
