Twiztid, Anybody Killa, Bushwick Bill - Everybody Diez lyrics

Everybody dies! Everybody dies!

Patchwork, sewn together from dues to dirt
From earthgrown and weather conditions
Of the desert and everyone's a part of it
Some more then others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, lawyers
Accountants and even grandmothers
New comers and old faces
People of any races, and familiar places
Parents and teachers
Prostitutes and preachers
Throw ya hands to the sky and
Pray that he can see us
Living how we gotta live
And doing what we gotta do
Praying for another day so we can
Fight and make it through
Some of us are designed for crimes
Some of us designed for rhymes
Still we congregate in unemployment lines
One of a kind, and still kinda strange
Same book same world
Just we on another page, one more time
One of a kind, and still kinda strange
Same book same world
Come on, We on another page (Everybody dies)
Come on, We on another page (Everybody dies)

Once I lit a smoke off a bitch I fried
And I ashed it in her face when she died
Who you bitches you calling regular when
You out of my zone
Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam
Now get ya mind blown
That's me and my man at your door
And we looking for a reason to start the war
You should of never tried to
Take a stab at us
And you NEVER should of rapped on us
We see the game from way
The others hurried and rush
We broke them down, rolled them up
Sparked the flame
And smoked them all in the dust - what?
You couldn't touch me bitch
Not even if you wanted
Bitch I'll have your whole block haunted
Flaunt us like the bees in your chilli
We all know the really really
Monoxide slap your girlfriend silly
Big Willie get your throat
Cut and left bleeding
While my homeboy's banging your girl
While ya leaving

What ya lookin at, where ya bitch at?
I'll make her bounce on til the back's up
Thinking your something that your
Other playas tap off holes in your stomach
Til your whole waist snap off
Pour out some coiagnac
Bite the bottle cap off
Hate it with a passion when
A bitch nigga act off
Ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off
Never let it get squash, never let it slide
Die muthafucka die muthafucka die

Flip through a couple pages
Looking into my background
All you see is the dead around
Daddy always said there'd be days like this
Now daddy's dead and gone cause he
Wans granted his only wish
I can't believe all the drama
When it comes to death
Ain't nothing you can do but pay respect
Slip into the afterlife
Feeling light as a feather everybody dies
So quit acting like you live forever