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
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
your phone number I could give it to him And maybe we could all hang out or sumthin Shiiiit Whatever Oh my God it's Blaze Hey dead homey! You's a hound
People scream at the sight of a man that'll melt sunlight Aight! Now if I was given a chance to change it all I would at least gave my homies a call I
time to get in that ass Mr. 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
world? Reminiscin' of the bitchin' that you gave me girl I'm all alone Just me and my microphone With the urge to do a drive-by Ever since the day homie came back alive 'Throw ya
'all a little story About a muthafucka that I know named Blaze Now everytime we roll up a joint Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze Man fuck Blaze
(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
tale of an indestructable man He's dead and he's pissed He's roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead
't matter bout me It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead 'cause an axe just severed yo' head And
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
up above They sayin' can ya 'kick the do' up?' I'm still stuck I'm dead as shit, I know where I'm at now Chillin' with the dead, one with the underground
3 quarters of my body They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY! Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without
m right here nigga) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here bitch) Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Where my dead
thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
like Anybody Killa I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' Then choke yo' ass to death so
(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
(Blaze) 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
