Snuff Film

I'm fucking broken up into a million little shards And they can cut a mother fucker If that fucker thinks they're hard And I don't want to hit the lean That purple shit's too chill for me I'd rather do some P.C.P. and hope you One-Eight-Seven me Cuz I'm still burying the lead I'm talking blood You're talking peace Hey butter fingers drop the tea I'll give you all the clout you need You got the ro You got it cheap Your grind is capped You need to sleep You want a word I'll give you three Go f*ck yourself Don't f*ck with Me. You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man Loosest lips on the whole damn scene Got a nice little crew in a crack-head's dream Got the white Enzo and it looks so clean While you cruise the strip hoping to get seen You think you're running the game I know you're fucking insane It's hard to keep your shit together When you're breathing cocaine You want a spot on the throne? I guess they'll throw you a bone And you'll take a hand out Instead of fail on your own You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man Eat it, Eat it, Eat it, Eat it Why don't you fucking eat it? Why don't you fucking eat it? Why don't you fucking eat it? Why don't you fucking eat it? You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man You're fucking with a dead man