Dirt Nap

Jason made this beat I know where you are, I know where you be I know where you live, now, I know where you sleep If I catch you at a show, you gon' leave with broken teeth If I catch you on the road, you gon' get yo' ass beat So let's paint the street red tonight I got a bad bitch, tag along, ride or die I'm like death, if it came back to life And put a knife to yo' neck, this a sacrifice So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn I ain't ever tired, you gon' learn This is why you shouldn't ever play with fire Get smoked, caught up and choked Then go grab a ladder, no joke, hang a rope Kick the stool, it don't matter Bang, bang, gun go bang, bang for fun I'm a serious psychopath that's a little undone A little twisted in the head, I ain't afraid of no one I'm halfway famous, halfway dead, yeah, I already won I created my own way, my own fuckin' empire Fuck a label, you stole from the wrong fuckin' vampire Tried to suck me dry, now, you catch a case like wildfire So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn, I ain't ever tired I'm no criminal, but it's kinda subliminal He's dead from the lyrical assassination playin' in inside my head I keep a bullet with your name on it tucked up under the bed Please, don't make me pull it out, lately, I been seein' red I know where you are, I know where you be I know where you live, now, I know where you sleep If I catch you at a show, you gon' leave with broken teeth If I catch you on the road, you gon' get yo' ass beat So let's paint the street red tonight I got a bad bitch, tag along, ride or die I'm like death, if it came back to life And put a knife to yo' neck, this a sacrifice So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn I ain't ever tired, you gon' learn This is why you shouldn't ever play with fire Get smoked, caught up and choked Then go grab a ladder, no joke, hang a rope Kick the stool, it don't matter Bang, bang, gun go bang, bang for fun I'm a serious psychopath that's a little undone A little twisted in the head, I ain't afraid of no one I'm halfway famous, halfway dead, yeah, I already won See, the three things in life that I hate the most It goes: thieves; deadbeats; and unfaithful hoes They got three things in common, but they won't ever know They can't provide for the life that they already wrote So I lock 'em all up in a blank basement With a tape recorder labeled "Press play, bitch!" It's every song I ever bounced, I hope you hate it I call it "Diggy G: Saw III Playlist" Fuck you