Текст песни Dirt Nap - Diggy Graves

I know where you are, I know where you be
I know where you live, now, I know where you sleep
If I catch you at a show, you gon' leave with broken teeth
If I catch you on the road, you gon' get yo' ass beat
So let's paint the street red tonight
I got a bad bitch, tag along, ride or die
I'm like death, if it came back to life
And put a knife to yo' neck, this a sacrifice
So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn
I ain't ever tired, you gon' learn
This is why you shouldn't ever play with fire
Get smoked, caught up and choked
Then go grab a ladder, no joke, hang a rope
Kick the stool, it don't matter
Bang, bang, gun go bang, bang for fun
I'm a serious psychopath that's a little undone
A little twisted in the head, I ain't afraid of no one
I'm halfway famous, halfway dead, yeah, I already won

I created my own way, my own fuckin' empire
Fuck a label, you stole from the wrong fuckin' vampire
Tried to suck me dry, now, you catch a case like wildfire
So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn, I ain't ever tired
I'm no criminal, but it's kinda subliminal
He's dead from the lyrical assassination playin' in inside my head
I keep a bullet with your name on it tucked up under the bed
Please, don't make me pull it out, lately, I been seein' red

I know where you are, I know where you be
I know where you live, now, I know where you sleep
If I catch you at a show, you gon' leave with broken teeth
If I catch you on the road, you gon' get yo' ass beat
So let's paint the street red tonight
I got a bad bitch, tag along, ride or die
I'm like death, if it came back to life
And put a knife to yo' neck, this a sacrifice
So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn
I ain't ever tired, you gon' learn
This is why you shouldn't ever play with fire
Get smoked, caught up and choked
Then go grab a ladder, no joke, hang a rope
Kick the stool, it don't matter
Bang, bang, gun go bang, bang for fun
I'm a serious psychopath that's a little undone
A little twisted in the head, I ain't afraid of no one
I'm halfway famous, halfway dead, yeah, I already won

See, the three things in life that I hate the most
It goes: thieves; deadbeats; and unfaithful hoes
They got three things in common, but they won't ever know
They can't provide for the life that they already wrote
So I lock 'em all up in a blank basement
With a tape recorder labeled "Press play, bitch!"
It's every song I ever bounced, I hope you hate it
I call it "Diggy G: Saw III Playlist"

Fuck you