Kill Yourself 作词 : Tim Mosley/Tim Clayton/Garland Mosley 作曲 : Tim Mosley/Tim Clayton/Garland Mosley Get out..Get out! You can\'t be in here You have to get out I emplore you Please Please You\'re all going to die down here.. It\'s life or death either one the king is back take heed and run i piss and take a **** on your beat for fun i killed the game I aint even use a gun who better than me don\'t make me laugh I run this **** they just chase my ass I aint talkin **** ***** just tellin the facts i think all the tracks im hearin from ****** is whack i be hearin these ****** what they say in they rhymes i took my spot nobody gave me mine i make the beats that Boom Boom Boom! in they trunks u disagree homie then go on and jump u can bump ur gum u can say what u want thats all u gon do cuz u ****** is punks im number one you aint nuthin but **** when they need a hit i would become to get talk to me if you got love for me i got love for you if you dont **** wit me i wont **** wichu we can do it howeva u wanna do ***** if u dont **** wit me i wont **** wit u gon\' head kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself go on kill yourself kill your self kill yourself If i was you i wouldn\'t feel myself go on kill your self kill your self kill your self go on kill yourself kill your self kill your self If i was you i wouldn\'t feel myself Im tired of ****** ****** is tired u aint a G i see ***** in ur eyes if u close to me u suposed to be but most of u rap ****** is hoes to me wherever u from the question i ask is do u think i give a **** riddle me that cuz in my hood and u jump into hell and back this industry **** to hell wit that i seen em come i seen em go i doubt if u can show me sum\'in i aint seen before who suposed to be in charge? i need to know when i shake ur hand ima step on ur toe go getcha gun go getcha click imma be rite here chillin wit yo ***** you mad at me cuz im gettin rich well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip, pop *****! if you got love for me i got love for you if you dont **** wit me i wont **** wichu we can do it howeva u wanna do ***** if u dont **** wit me i wont **** wit u gon\' head kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself go on kill yourself kill your self kill yourself If i was you i wouldn\'t feel myself go on kill your self kill your self kill your self go on kill yourself kill your self kill your self If i was you i wouldn\'t feel myself see my heart feel my pain some is stars some is lames how they follow little trends to get they fame i aint snappin my dam fingers to get in the game u claim u rich show me son if u got so many dollas then loan me one fools think they killas they own a gun when u know u bout as sweet as a honey bun trash your broads behind a bar like you dat dude frontin hard vip bands dont make u a star like we really still dont no who the **** u are dont talk behind my back just call me ***** move my heart to the side make room to forgive ya if u still wanna hang we\'ll come to get ya put the rope around ur neck and jump my *****! You\'re all going to die down here get out get out you cant be in here you\'re all going to die down here