Released: September 11, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Intro: Spice 1]
"Evil lurks in the mind of a madman..."
[Hook: Spice 1]
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass
I'm having long conversations with mister millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass-nigga-eater
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
[Verse 1: LIL FAMINE]
Smoke lines on my face from the cigarettes, always burnin'
Combination of the drugs and the chronic, got me slurrin'
It's that don't fear no busta
187 a sucka, kill a motherfucker
Climbin' out of nothin'
Me love da gun, me love to kill a rat
Me smokin' on a sack, turn me into psychopath
Chomp, chomp! Eat another xan
Me don't fear no man that can bleed like I can
Rag on my face like I am Taliban
This scene is the ocean, and I am the Sandman
Hold up, lemme glo' up
Ruby with the stance while my eyes steady rollin'
Oozing get the bands, while I stick up and I hold 'em
Screaming "fuck the man!" while the middle fingers go up
That redrum, that redrum, written all on my bedroom
[Hook: Spice 1]
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass
I'm having long conversations with mister millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass-nigga-eater
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
[Verse 2: THE $UICIDAL SHEPHERD]
I been pickin' flies off the eyelids of sinner's kids
Coming to claim your religion, opinion formed by television
Never listen to the voices inside of your fucking head
I died and now I'm dead
What is life when you in debt to the reaper?
Fuck a hole, dig deeper
Whether it is in the ground or spread apart by bitches fingers
Let me linger, hook, line, and sinker
Trained by the teacher, raped by the preacher
Not saved by the leader, put a blade to his neck
Told him, "Run away and never look back—that's a threat"
Then I turned to the flock, said, "You're no longer oppressed"
But they follow me anyway, never taught to think for themselves
Belt tied 'round my neck, I'm the $uicidal $hepherd
$now Leopard bounced a check
Hot boy, bitch, I'm peppered
Never gave a fuck what a bitchboy gotta say
He can never levitate from out his motherfucking grave
[Outro: Spice 1]
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
"Evil lurks in the mind of a madman..."
[Hook: Spice 1]
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass
I'm having long conversations with mister millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass-nigga-eater
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
[Verse 1: LIL FAMINE]
Smoke lines on my face from the cigarettes, always burnin'
Combination of the drugs and the chronic, got me slurrin'
It's that don't fear no busta
187 a sucka, kill a motherfucker
Climbin' out of nothin'
Me love da gun, me love to kill a rat
Me smokin' on a sack, turn me into psychopath
Chomp, chomp! Eat another xan
Me don't fear no man that can bleed like I can
Rag on my face like I am Taliban
This scene is the ocean, and I am the Sandman
Hold up, lemme glo' up
Ruby with the stance while my eyes steady rollin'
Oozing get the bands, while I stick up and I hold 'em
Screaming "fuck the man!" while the middle fingers go up
That redrum, that redrum, written all on my bedroom
[Hook: Spice 1]
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
Nigga, I can't get fucked in this game, I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass
I'm having long conversations with mister millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch-ass-nigga-eater
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
[Verse 2: THE $UICIDAL SHEPHERD]
I been pickin' flies off the eyelids of sinner's kids
Coming to claim your religion, opinion formed by television
Never listen to the voices inside of your fucking head
I died and now I'm dead
What is life when you in debt to the reaper?
Fuck a hole, dig deeper
Whether it is in the ground or spread apart by bitches fingers
Let me linger, hook, line, and sinker
Trained by the teacher, raped by the preacher
Not saved by the leader, put a blade to his neck
Told him, "Run away and never look back—that's a threat"
Then I turned to the flock, said, "You're no longer oppressed"
But they follow me anyway, never taught to think for themselves
Belt tied 'round my neck, I'm the $uicidal $hepherd
$now Leopard bounced a check
Hot boy, bitch, I'm peppered
Never gave a fuck what a bitchboy gotta say
He can never levitate from out his motherfucking grave
[Outro: Spice 1]
Kill 'em off like dis, biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him Born II Die, blaow!
Kill 'em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-C-E-1, dem say him pull loose thang
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