Lyrics to D.Y.E.
I would hate to see you die, yeah
I'll have you party with the dead lil' boy, ha
I love the thrill, the chill, the smell of death
Out the ground I'll have you tremble, like my diamond necklace
Out here breaking gravestones
Stomping necks until we break them
I'm too into digging deep wounds
Control until we break them
We'll bring the dance of Hell upon these grounds, yeah
I'll send real killers at your throat, yeah-eh-eh-eh-ayy
Grave hoppin', bodies, dealing with the blood, insomniac
I'm the big dawg, shawty, let the G's up, it's a mob attack
The phantoms keep me up, don't be foolish, know that they'll protect
If I say the word the numbers swarming in as silhouette
Stop asking where we at if you tryna rob this new patek
Dealin' with my ends, send a shorty out to go attack
Make 'em bleed, I'm sorry, I spend too much time just bussin' back
They all know where we at, I'm always postin' up where I be at
I would hate to see you die, yeah
I'll have you party with the dead lil' boy, ha
I love the thrill, the chill, the smell of death
Out the ground I'll have you tremble, like my diamond necklace
Out here breaking gravestones
Stomping necks until we break them
I'm too into digging deep wounds
Control until we break them
We'll bring the dance of Hell upon these grounds, yeah
I'll send real killers at your throat, yeah-eh-eh-eh-ayy
I'll have you party with the dead lil' boy, ha
I love the thrill, the chill, the smell of death
Out the ground I'll have you tremble, like my diamond necklace
Out here breaking gravestones
Stomping necks until we break them
I'm too into digging deep wounds
Control until we break them
We'll bring the dance of Hell upon these grounds, yeah
I'll send real killers at your throat, yeah-eh-eh-eh-ayy
Grave hoppin', bodies, dealing with the blood, insomniac
I'm the big dawg, shawty, let the G's up, it's a mob attack
The phantoms keep me up, don't be foolish, know that they'll protect
If I say the word the numbers swarming in as silhouette
Stop asking where we at if you tryna rob this new patek
Dealin' with my ends, send a shorty out to go attack
Make 'em bleed, I'm sorry, I spend too much time just bussin' back
They all know where we at, I'm always postin' up where I be at
I would hate to see you die, yeah
I'll have you party with the dead lil' boy, ha
I love the thrill, the chill, the smell of death
Out the ground I'll have you tremble, like my diamond necklace
Out here breaking gravestones
Stomping necks until we break them
I'm too into digging deep wounds
Control until we break them
We'll bring the dance of Hell upon these grounds, yeah
I'll send real killers at your throat, yeah-eh-eh-eh-ayy