Death Bite

Good night!

Sleep tight!

Don't let the dead bite!

Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the four-door

.44 and it's pointed at your window

Ain't a good shot, here come four more

Getting hot so I play in the snow

In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things

See the dead on the cover of a magazine

See my smile, it was born from amphetamines

Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies

Oh God, I think I lost it, oh no

Lost some, wanna watch the rest go

A mad man when I'm mixed with SoCo

And who would've thought a man could sink to so low?

Who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty?

Putting holes in the hotel lobby

All you fake bitches are just another hobby

And I'll let you dig where I dump your body

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I got something that'll blow your mind, mind!