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Further From Truth Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know And casually throw it all right out the window Mr. Dead Folx Blaze Ya Dead Homie Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie Don't be acting like you don't see me Believe me man you don't know me (Blaze) I was the first to put it down Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta Climbing Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Blaze) "Look the history lessons over motherfuckas You still to learn one thing tho Man life is a ladder, keep climbing that motherfucker Even if there's like 52 thousand rungs Man don't ever hesitate Shotgun Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Chorus) Err'ybody get your Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie this shit is about to pop off Me I be a G from way back in the day With that I don't give a fuck about your set Juggalo Anthem Blaze Ya Dead Homie Insane Clown Posse (Violent J) Killas kick the anthem like this Juggalos up 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 Roll It Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Blaze) I'm in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves Shakin, like ain't nobody Casket Blaze Ya Dead Homie smack a couple bitches Runnin' mothafuckas for the rips and they riches Ain't shit changed but the month and year Broke mothafuckas scrounging for squares and beers Pigs scatter on the street when the dead Swarm Dark Lotus (God Is Here) AHHHHH (God Is Here) Necronomicon is coming (God Is Here) EWWWWIEWWWDUDU (God Is Here) AHHHHHAUGH [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Mass Murdera (Yeah) Strangla (Yeah) Wig Splitta (Whut) Stick Ya Hands Up Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Chorus) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze) I catch'em while they sleeping, always The Touch Of Death Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Chorus) The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave You can not be saved You can not be saved (Blaze) There was once a man that couldn't die If I Fall Blaze Ya Dead Homie Ever since back when I was alive I always thought to myself what it would be like to die Today I'm more dead than a doornail Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell And if I ever fall short of the Out Tha Gate Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk Bump This Shhh Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Blaze) Everybody got a song that they want you to hear Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear Before I listen, you already know what you like You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream Etched Out Blaze Ya Dead Homie (And that'd for life bitch) Better watch how you grip when representing your shit You ain't seeing none of my clique That's for life bitch (Blaze) So know I show up with a shotgun, enough shells to blow Hey You Blaze Ya Dead Homie Let's go someplace, so I can lace you up I need a thug bitch, about as raw as they come Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on (Blaze) Hey love, do them titties got a name This is dead body With the Lotus Dark Lotus six petals will unfold the Black Rain on that ass [Anybody Killa] With my Lotus We can make you all believe That it's time for the pod to rise and mislead [Jamie Madrox] With my Lotus I can drink from Blaze Monoxide Smoke something, let the edge be gone, And rewind the song, and homie, pass the bong Blaze Can you roll it up When the beats stop, roll it up Since back in the days I be blazin' up I wanna hear you say Hey Homie Sofi Tukker something about the way you hold my hand That makes me feel at home Isn't it obvious You're not age appropriate But there's something about the way we listen to music That makes me hear it different Hey homie Blaze! Bryn(브린) My body on fire burning bright i see bruise color black dark But its bright Flame all over body looks bright ice ice ice all my friends on fire get ya ass right be my lover baby 그럼 내가 식을까 그래 너의 Something Dark Lotus I can't explain it So I just blame it all on my head Paranoid Shaking in closets when I'm done I think I'm hiding from the fact That I just slaughtered everyone [Jamie Madrox:] I wash my hands He's Dead Scarface Old McDonald had a farm Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick (Is he dead?) Dark Light Daybreak Now It's Overhead I won't have a look around No time to speak I close my eyes And grit my teeth Your sorries are overdone And out of place Tremble from head to feet Out of body An up all night Sigh of relief And all of Kill Me ABK [Anybody Killa] You betta kill me or you die 40 sippin bullets fillin the sky When Anybody Killa ride, ain't no stoppin me Bulletproof preventin you from poppin me Unless your targets on my face Don't The Pretender Lewis Capaldi on the edge of a knife I'm the pretender, what can I tell ya? What U Thinkin' About? Violent J Nate The Mack, my homie from way back Everybody got a homie like that In fact, I hope he okay I hope his momma doing good (You should call him) Maybe I should What you thinkin' about? Dead cell Papa Roach Born with no soul, lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-socia Plug them in and turn them on Process data, make yourself the bomb What is your target What is your reason Do you have emotions Play My Cards Kurupt Muthafuckas questionin shit (Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife (My wife) All I wanna do is live my life (That's all) Raise up off me, homie (Yeah) Ease back softly, homie (Check John Blaze Fat Joe em all Chorus: scratches by DJ Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" Further From You William Fitzsimmons are stained with yellow pillows held our heads down holding the rain outside on the curb where I wasted half of your life both of our lives Everything's closer to the end but I will get farther from Tire Me rage against the machine Tire Me Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me? Oh she's got everyone's eyes Yeah!