Die Like a Rockstar

Brown bless the mic like gesundheit Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai Kick it like Muay Thai Flow like sci-fi in high def I'm righteous and still bust a nut up on a bitch chest The verbal folklore been explored And employed by none other than them fools with the gold (with the gold) And them bankrolls explode And your bitch is my target, when I shoot my load Bulls-eye, my eyes tie-dyed Fried off the same shit that rockstars died From, smoke something with your man bitch Like Wyclef used to sell the cannabis Manuscript sick shit, prescription addiction Sniffing Adderall off the counter in my kitchen Tripping off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping Experiment so much it's a miracle I'm living And I'ma die like a rockstar die like a rockstar I'ma die like a rockstar die like a rockstar And I'ma die like a rockstar die like a rockstar I'ma die like a rockstar Bitch I wanna party like Chris Farley Shot of Hennessy spike that with some Molly Tell mommy I'm sorry God bless my soul But life is so sublime going out like Brad Nowell I got that Kurt Cobain type of mind-frame Feeling like Keith Moon 'shrooms in my dressing room Basquiat freestyle Feeling like Jimi Hendrix in Anna-Nicole mouth River Phoenix '93 VIP With some drugged up porn hoes all around me Like Teri Diver, Linda Wong All in hell having orgies where the horns grow long 'Cause bitch I'm Frankie Lymon, Heath Ledger Hyped up in a jacuzzi doing that John Belushi With Brittany Murphy, we blowing Hershey I'ma die like a rockstar (rockstar)