Artist: Rittz Album: White Jesus Song: Die Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Juh-uh-JEAH! Slum shit Yeah.. [Rittz] What you mean you don't like my shit? (my shit) Well it's obvious that you don't have no taste and your opinions suck And I don't expect to be everybody cup of tea But don't act like I ain't killin everything I touch I crush every record I'm on, so holla if you wanna get a feature while the price is right See I try to be friendly, the emcees offend me And now it's time for y'all to kiss the nice guy good bye Besides, everyone hangin around me is a big shot Well is it appropriate for me to act like one? I try to be humble among you motherfucker But some of you frontin really lookin mad like one And done what I done already it's barely begun, it's scary cause everyone's worrying, they say when I come wearing my hair like it's hilarious, tell me what's funny? They're runnin when they see me drunk and my gun dumpin They know they gonna DIE! [Chorus] (Diiiii-iiiii-iii-iiiii-iiiie) Haters step aside They wanna fuck with me, I swear to God, I'll kill 'em 'til they show respect, or not, then everybody gonna DIE! (Diiiii-iiiii-iii-iiiii-iiiie) Dead, sheddin blood I got the gravedigger diggin ya plot I got ya body rottin deep in the ground, cause everybody gonna DIE! [Rittz] I'm not used to this music shit I guess that I'm cut from a different cloth Photographers, bloggers, producer pricks and musicians as a whole is startin to piss me off Not all, just some of 'em rub me wrong Is it possible that everyone an entrepreneur? Talkin to you like they a Hollywood star and you should be lucky that they even let you get your foot in the door All I hear, ear full of manure, I don't know how much more I can ignore, they just tryin too hard to be cool To cut heads and wiggle they fuckin dreads I feel like I'm surrounded by dorks and cornballs galore Is anybody normal? I'm torn I'm goin off on 'em or continuing to ignore Maybe I should have my boys tie 'em up with the phone cord Then gun point tell 'em, "Get the fuck..." cause everybody gon' DIE! [Chorus] [Rittz] It's Jonny Valiant the head turner, a 10-to-1 head hunter I bet if I met, one of your girls, I got head, from her And I came on the bed comforter, the rest she didn't swallow it I zip up my denims and then I gave her a fake number And told her to "Hit me up, it's totally cool hoe!" My homie Ghost signed me so I came in the booth though My way in the industry, any rapper offended and wanna test me let me know, I'll get to cover your +Tombstone+ Doc Holiday all the way, pull my weapon and draw Homie by the way, I don't play, disrespect me I brawl Take your life away by the way I'm the deadliest on I'll prob'ly be a killer till I'm George Jefferson bald Look at 'em all runnin for cover, they panickin Frantically, they don't even stand a chance with me My plans to be famous and get a bad bitch Maybe Casey Anthony'll marry me then everybody gon' die