Dirt Nap lyrics

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
So, let's paint the street red tonight
I got a bad b*tch, 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 laddеr, no joke, hang a rope
Kick the stool, it don't mattеr
"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

[Verse 1]
I created my own way, my own f*ckin' empire
f*ck a label, you stole from the wrong f*ckin' 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' 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
[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
So, let's paint the street red tonight
I got a bad b*tch, 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

[Verse 2]
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, b*tch"
It's every song I ever bounced, I hope you hate it
I call it, "Diggy G: Saw III Playlist"
[Outro]
(Ahahahahaha)
f*ck you