everybody diez

Singer:twiztid

everybody dies

everybody dies

patchwork

sewn together from dues to dirt

from earthgrown and weather conditions of the desert

and everyone's a part of it

some more then others

sons

daughters

and brothers

laywers

accountants

and even grandmothers

new comers and old faces

people of any races

and familiar places

parents and teachers

prostitutes and preachers

throw ya hands to the sky and pray that he can see us

living how we got to live

and doing what we got to do

praying for another day so we can fight and make it through

some of us are designed for crimes

some of us designed for rhymes

still we congregate in unemployment lines

one of a kind

and still kinda strange

same book

same world

just we on another page. one of a kind

and still kinda strange

same book

same world

just we on another page. come on

we on another page

come on

we on another page

once i lit a smoke off a bitch i fried

and i ashed it in her face when she died

who you bitches you calling regular when you out of my zone?

like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam

now get ya mind blown

that's me and my man at your door

and we looking for a reason to start the war

you should of never tried to take a stab at us

and you never should of rapped on us

we see the game from way the others hurried and rush

we broke them down

rolled them up

sparked the flame and smoked them all in the dust

what?

you couldn't touch me bitch

not even if you wanted when it's supposed to

bitch i'll have your whole block haunted

flaunt us like the beans in your chilli

we all know the really really

monoxide slap your girlfriend silly

big willie get your throat cut and left bleeding

while my homeboy's banging your girl

while ya leaving

come on

we on another page

come on

we on another page

what ya looking at

where ya bitch at?

i'll make her bounce on till the back's up

thinking you're something that your other playas tap off

holes in your stomach

till your whole waist snap off

pour on some 'nac

bite the bottle cap off

hate it with a passion when a bitch nigga act off

ride on ya hood everyday and never slack off

never let it get squash

never let it slide

die mothafucka

die mothafucka

die

flip through a couple pages

looking into my background

all you see is the dead around

daddy always said there'd be days like this

now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only wish

i can't believe all the drama when it comes to death

ain't nothing you can do but pay respect

slip into the afterlife

feeling light as a feather

everybody dies

so quit acting like you livin' forever

come on

we on another page

come on

we on another page