Why Lie (10 Million Ways to Die)

[Verse 1] Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is Face down in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is Obituaries won’t be in English and make no sense Or died in the Poconos from overdosing on blowfish You fuckin' wit a nigga that's dead already Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck my team once my head is buried Dig me up once a year to give me head in the cemetery Leave her wielded, disclosed, it's-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats Spittin', hittin', you hard to base, make niggas legs break Praying we move the weight in the day like Jenny Craig say And you make enough to not give a fuck about what the feds take [Verse 2] Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is Or in between sofa cushions smushed between where remotes live Divide a four-fifth, 'cause my nigga told me to dope hit Or die for fucking a nigga sister like Manolo did You can't hold my dick ’cause it’s too heavy .45's turn into .50 cals, this a new dessy Love a bitch with a pussy, butter-soft like a new Peli With AR’s that go from semi to fully with dual settings, uh True feelings grow within my melanin Pussy so good that I swore I would never swear again Pussy so good that I told her I couldn't bear to sin Until I got bored with shawty, and felt the need to tell a friend [Verse 3] Why lie? I'll probably die where the dope is Or die because I'm a lion, tryna get from the poachers Die from using a fork to get Pop-Tarts up out the toaster Die ’cause somebody lied and told me that Coke was just soda Die from too many lines, 'cause I swore that my dope was doper Die like wylin' coyote, got hit with too many boulders Die 'cause he came from the right, and looked over the wrong shoulder Or die when fire ignites 'cause I didn't put out the smolder How I'ma end it? (Whoa, the song of your life) Both, I could die by suicide and leave such a nice note Italicize why, pantomime rhythms and tight flows Just for kicks, I'd write right after fiddin' goodnight, folks