Suicide Music - Get Busy Committee

You could take our lives, fill us up with lies

'Cause I know where I’m going when I die

And I won’t even cry, middle finger to the sky

'Cause I know where I’m going when I die

Yeah' cause even if I gotta live a life of crime

You got it, imma get it, never need it, 9 to 5

I push it to the limit, 'til it’s time to say goodbye

That’s fine, 'cause I know just where I’m going when I die (die, die)

See me in the microscope, see me in the fish tank

Chicks want to know my real name plus the dick length

Me?

I’m a scientist, God to a lab rat,

Now I’m just a has-been rapper in a hazmat

Duckin' spray shots, sewing up wounds,

filling up tombs, let the bass boom

Blood everywhere, so chaotic,

I’m a bullet with your name on it

Seekin' body after body???

ain’t in office anymore

But he’s still Illuminatti,

Death to the king, overthrow everything

They’ll be searching our apartments in an ATF sting

G-g-get busy, scum of the Earth,

hold a black magic seance to summon my verse,

I’m a walking skeleton, the zombie that will rush the crowd

Devil baby, I was born inside a mushroom cloud

You could take our lives, fill us up with lies

'Cause I know where I’m going when I die

And I won’t even cry, middle finger to the sky

'Cause I know where I’m going when I die

Yeah' cause even if I gotta live a life of crime

You got it, imma get it, never need it, 9 to 5

I push it to the limit, 'til it’s time to say goodbye

That’s fine, 'cause I know just where I’m going when I die (die, die)

Suicide music, nothing to fucking fool with,

full clip in the Uzi

Shooting now at some zookies,

no excuse, we blast now,

splatter your goose down

Clapping like it’s the Yen,???

your fucking movie

Asking for passes,

homie I’m not a coobie

Here to blow your brains all over your bitches' boobies

Take me alive?

Never,

better to die free

I’m writing «fuck the police» inside a good-bye letter

Peace, fade to black, call the priest

Tell them to call heaven and save me a few seats

Sorry it’s the last minute, I’m bringing a few peeps

Body, the lieutenant, who took a shoot at the chief, sheesh

Guess I got a little problem with authority

Tend to get a little bit gruesome and gory,

Volume on 10, if I gotta get it in,

always keep a pistol grip pump

Sitting on my lap like a Yorkie

You could take our lives, fill us up with lies

'Cause I know where I’m going when I die

And I won’t even cry, middle finger to the sky

'Cause I know where I’m going when I die

Yeah' cause even if I gotta live a life of crime

You got it, imma get it, never need it, 9 to 5

I push it to the limit, 'til it’s time to say goodbye

That’s fine, 'cause I know just where I’m going when I die (die, die)

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help

Kill yourself, c-call me if you need some help