(Verse 1 Lil Fungus)
And I’m not sure why I’m infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats…
Maybe cause I’m a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death
Really stuck in the scheme of wondering when I’mma rest
I be tossin’, enforcin’, my style is awesome
I’m causin’ more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said: “You’re dead.”
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin’ head!
Won’t cha…picture life as my wife, just think:
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you’s the one I trusted…
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
You say I’m rehabilitated but I still can’t vote
You say I paid my debt but I still can’t vote
Gotta pay taxes but I still can’t vote
Come on dawg, y’all stay trying to keep a nigga broke
He’s fallin’ apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius, but it’s clearer lately
It’s been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe
That’s the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
‘Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real, but all around him’s fake:
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin’ to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it’s startin’ to show
Damn, wonder what happened?
Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words they be rappin’
(Interlude Damjonboi)
Ayy
Woo
Woop
Shit
Damnjonboi
Ok
Ok
Ok
Ok
(Verse 2 Damjonboi)
I’m sick and tired of these fake-ass niggas
Saying that they’re catching bodies when they never pulled a trigger
I know your style, I’ve seen it before
You wearing army suit, now you think you’re hardcore
Drinking on your 40’s, smoking on your blunts
Can’t afford a chain so you wear gold fronts
You fakin’ the funk, kid
And you’d be getting it up the ass if you ever did a fucking bid
Black boy, black boy, turn that shit down
You know that America don’t wanna hear the sound
Of the bass drum jungle music, go back to Africa
Nigga I’ll arrest ya if you’re holding up traffic
I’ll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath
And write another ticket if you have any left
And I’m breaking eardrums while I’m breaking the law
I’m disturbing all the peace cause Sister Soldier said ‘War!’
So catch me if you can, if you can, here’s a donut
Cause once you drive away, yo, you know I’m gonna go nuts
And turn it up to where it was before, nice try!
But you can’t stop the power of the bass in your eye
And just so Conservatives don’t take it to heart
I don’t think Bush did it, ‘cause he isn’t that smart
He’s just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell phone
From the same people that sabotaged Senator Wellstone
The military industry got it poppin’ and lockin’
Looking for a way to justify the Wolfowitz Doctrine
And as a matter of fact, Rumsfeld, now that I think back:
Without 9/11, you couldn’t have a war in Iraq
Or a Defense budget of world conquest proportions
Kill freedom of speech and revoke the right to abortions
Tax cut extortion, a blessing to the wealthy and wicked
But you still have to answer to the Armageddon you scripted
And Dick Cheney? You fuckin leech, tell them your plans:
About building your pipelines through Afghanistan
And how Israeli troops trained the Taliban in Pakistan
You might have some house niggas fooled, but I understand
Colonialism is sponsored by corporations
That’s why Halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations
Tell me the truth, I don’t scare into paralysis
I know the CIA saw Bin Laden on dialysis
In ’98 when he was Top Ten for the FBI
Government ties is really why the government lies
Read it yourself instead of asking the government why
‘Cause then the Cause of Death will cause the propaganda to die
