[whispers indistinctly]

[OG Corpse]
The fuck I need with life? (What the fuck?)
Life is what needed me
They looking around for who?
Who the fuck wanna save me?
Yung Christ been dodging death
Dodging death done became my thing
Take my chances with the Glock
Cock it back and let Nina sing
Looking out my window
Feel my pulse going down
Been mixing chemicals trying to find a compound
I don’t wanna feel a thing
Give me the drugs, numb the pain
Get away, fuck out my face
You want to switch?
Well here’s my place
Bitch, you can take it
How the fuck does it look from my view?
Tell me what you thinking
It ain’t all that it seems when you got to face it, huh?
Save lives daily but I can’t save me, nah
All that glitters ain’t gold
Ain’t that the saying? Fuck

[George Washington’s AR-15]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Catch me at the cemetery visiting my enemies
Gripping the machete, glistening it’s rinsed and ready
Reflecting wishes of death
If mine is selected tonight, I know the Devil’s sweating
You have until I count to seven to escape he threatened
Please bury me under the cherry tree
Standing on the floor of my grave pissing on my destiny
Rejecting death, gasp for breath
My existence they’ll be questioning
Ruby back from the dead and better than ever
Yeah, I guess we’ll see
Panoramic views of me whipping the Panamera
Is infinitely better than me dead and gone, on Nutella interior leather
Chain still swanging, only now it make my neck hurt
Rain or shine, Grey*59 can measure up in any weather