(feat. Afta Maff)



Are you ready for death?

Here's your cemetery plot



[Kamikaze]

Animosity pushes me to killa dreams in my sleep - 

Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk bitches 6 feet deep

My mental status destroyed

'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick

But I swear with a passion

I'm a put 6 shots in this bitch (6 shots)

I'm no security blanket, but I still feel the cold

Even thinkin' murder mayhem when I was 6 years old

Every now and then, I feel all close to danger

Most of my life 'cause if it don't work, worry and anger

Poisioned by demons, once upon a time my thought was pure

What will I endure in life?

I ain't, so I may never feel secure

Cavi and switchblades, guns and such

Driftin' through life and limpin'

As if I needed a fuckin' crutch

My slug to those who know the darkness that I reach

And those who pump me back everytime I buck, get freaked

Now, I'm enraged and feelin' revenge - that makes my blood boil

Pay back is a bitch, dirty nigga, and your brand this box



Are you ready for death?

Here's your cemetary plot

That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop

Live soil, which means you're the walking dead

And when I blast that ass

I make you remember what you did and said



[Kamikaze]

I'm pullin' me gauges with me thugs

And givin' me thugs nothin' but love

And sendin me slugs to you muthafuckin' bustas

That murderin' mayhem, off flippin' up on this shit

As I grabs my nine and puttin' it to your head real quick

And pullin' my trigger as I let you feel the damn pain

Death is thought inside my muthafuckin' brain

As the fire blaze in my eyes, I'm seein' demons

I'm steady hearin', them muthafuckin' voices screamin'

I stop the big game for some hell

If he don't have the solution, Big Mark is always there

If not nine got me on my muthafuckin' square

And keepin' me puttin' them Teflons in your fuckin' ?



The state pen for life is the home that I'm facin'

Forty-four in my hand, and I'm caressin' it first

I'm just itchin' for the chance to pull the trigger

I'm bustin' round, round, round, round on your ass

Niggas, and how you figure that the game

will pull your dead-ass weight?

If you ain't got the cash, then you ain't got the game

Nobody wants a nigga when he's down and out

So see I'm creepin' on a come up with two fours in your mouth

I had visions of killin' you and your boys

Retaliator had visions of killin' them

And they bodies got seperated

I know ya hate it, but there's no other way around it

Now picture this: Big Mark got them full metal jackets

To penitrate that 6 pack that you call a stomach

I seen your boys vomit when I release these lead bullets

Pop 'em like duels, and fillin' em up like fuel

Display it on my street--sense to this wannabe fool

You're live soil

That means that you're the walking dead

So when I blast that ass

You remember what you did and said

But you walking dead, ain't no comin' back

You at your resting place

You live with the soil

So up to the wasteland

(wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland)



Now, you understand you live soil, muthafucka



Are you ready for death?

Here's your cemetary plot

That I got to be prepared for when you pussy-ass niggas drop

Live soil, which means you're the walking dead

And when I blast that ass

I make you remember what you did and said



[Flesh]

Niggas, I'm runnin' through them murda plots

Simply ninas, they cocked

In my pocket these deep when I pull and pop

Serve or hold, put it down for the double glock

Sug hit when the bullshit stops

Droppin' these shells as I bail make 'em

Live soil 'til this body smell

Leavin' a trail of bloody footsteps

Well, show no mercy

Gotta send them to Hell under this murderous spell

Flesh, Kamikaze, (?) and Boss, can all be stalkin' niggas

Caught 'em, caution, drop 'em in the coffin and fade across

Y'all  loss Mo Thugs, the Shifters, and Hustla'z - 

You don't wanna see this organization

Take off, will ya niggas, playa hatin' all over this nation

Station, faced, locate in the wasteland, nothin'

But heartless scandalous dealers, (pick an event/pig in a van)

And don't start with the fuckas

Hold up with the buck Mo Thugs gon' peel ya

Carry the body to the cemetery

That's where they lay 6 feet in a ditch

We went with the shotty cockin'

Prepare to murder bitches, snitches, cops on my click

Stop it! Fuck with the Fifth, I'm loyal

When ya get the job done grand and royal

Niggas got broiled, roasted in foil

Makin' the grass turn green and (rotting in gas) - live soil



Are you ready for death? 

Here's your cemetary plot



[News Anchorman Eric]

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program

To bring this special report live from downtown with David Elliot



[Reporter David Elliot]

This is disgusting!



[E] David, are you there?

[D] Yes, I'm here, Eric

[E] Yeah, what seems to be the problem?

[D] The problem?

The problem is this is disgusting

There's utter chaos everywhere

It's just too soon to speculate what exactly happened

But there are unconfirmed reports that Flesh and Afta Maff have...

Have...have struck again

Uh, I'm just a little sick to my stomach

So a we'll keep you posted as to what happens in the near future

But for now, let's go back to Kelly Lockett for the weather

Back to you, Kelly



[Meteorologist Kelly Lockett]

Hi, this is Kelly Lockett

Today's hot and sunny, so make sure you get on outside