m right here nigga) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here bitch) Yo here I am (and I'm runnin' with a hatchet) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Where my dead
thought his homie in the back was gonna tag him Blaze, and he came out from the back room Runnin' at a dead homie, Blaze, with a broom
like Anybody Killa I'm stompin' thru yo' city like a little Godzilla I'll cut ya dick and balls off and make ya eat em' Then choke yo' ass to death so
(Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that
(Blaze) Ever since back when I was alive I always thought to myself what it would be like to die Today I'm more dead than a doornail Whether I succeed
raw as they come Hold me down, hold my dick, cover my shit, it's on (Blaze) Hey love, do them titties got a name This is dead body game let me see you
in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) (Blaze
know ya But if you really want to get that close, Then prepare yourself, to be filled with holes (Chorus 2x) Shotgun, shotgun double barreled sawed off Stay strapped homie
killa, feindin' for the streets Slangin' rocks on a 9 to 5 beat All that change, now got maggots on my face I'm back from the dead to give yo ass a taste
[Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie] The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary Known to fuck, known to
's the dead) But he walks among society carrying a sickle and a shotgun With a touch of death, and death's hands He's a young, dying, unstoppable, dead
(Blaze) Allow me to introduce myself I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch No need to excuse yourself A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible
and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in
the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By I put that on the hatchet! I ride for my homies! I put that on the hatchet! I die for my homies! I put that on
to you marks and you bustas Always stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya Lights out, before I put ya in the dirt It's ya dead homie Blaze,
what I do Take ya flashlight, and ya attitude (Nigga fuck you) Stab you in the neck with a dayton spoke Laughin' while ya cough up blood until ya choke
nasty Blaze you nasty] That I'm Nasty [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [You nasty, You nasty] [you nasty Blaze you nasty] [you nasty Blaze
Bump this shit right here (Turn it up ya'll) Bump this shit right here (Till you're dead and you ain't got no air left in ya lung)