Artist: City Morgue Album: Drop Dead (S) Song: Drop Dead Typed by: AZ Lyrics [ZillaKami] Drop dead Run up, we pop lead at the function Run up, we pop lead, make 'em drop dead Run up, we pop lead at the function Run up, we pop lead, make 'em... [SosMula] Ready to beam, playing with pieces Sos on the verse, ain't paying for features Run with the Glock, break into pieces Niggas get shot, be praying to Jesus Holes ahead, hospital bed Are we dead? Doctors scared Pile of meds, tomorrow he dead Got doors lookin' murcielago red Some for the hard, shake the whole pot Cook a whole brick, make a whole lot If it get too hot, gon' break the whole pot I'ma sell my shits, gotta make a whole lot Baking soda, Pyrex, make the coca pie stretch Paper towels, drying necks Man, it's hard to digest [ZillaKami] Drop dead Run up, we pop lead at the function Run up, we pop lead, make 'em drop dead Run up, we pop lead at the function Run up, we pop lead, make 'em... Bitch, I came out the dead, how your ass gonna kill me? Bitch, I came out the dead, how the living gon' feel me? I'm in the black mist, lead clips, sword Write the message in your door Catch me thumbing in through more, for slaughter I pull up and I roll blocks, then I roll opps Cobra with the swiss cheese, get yo show popped Unlucky 13's, on the uwop Kaine like I'm Duwap, I came to shoot ya