Just Die Lyrics - South Of Hell - Boondox

Put a hole in your soul 

Make your blood run could 

Put a hole in your soul 

Nine millimeter homie 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

Gon' rest your eyes 

You diiiee 

Gon' test the fire 

You don' fucked with the wrong one today 

And you don't want it homie 

Fuck what you're tryin to say 

Your whole existence phony 

Talkin so much shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint 

And when I hit you with that glock 

You'll wonder where your breathe went 

Always quick to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw 

Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off 

But nuttin like what she would be with you, du' 

She swallowed it 

Now you wanna give me attitude 

Bitch, eat a hollowtip 

Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth 

Kill your handicap and blow your mutherfuckin brains out 

Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake 

Pull the trigger, send your soul to Hell for fuckin Heaven's sake 

Pull the heater on ya 

Put a hole in your soul 

Nine millimeter homie 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

Gon' rest your eyes 

You diiiee 

Gon' test the fire 

Pull the heater on ya 

Put a hole in your soul 

Nine millimeter homie 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

Gon' rest your eyes 

You diiiee 

Gon' test the fire 

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers 

Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin mutherfucker 

Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines 

Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me 

Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, two; one, two) 

What'chu gonna do when I (come through, stun you) 

Peel ya fuckin cap with a nine millimeter 

Better run mutherfucker every time that I see ya 

If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't wanna be ya 

Hit'cha with them heatseekers 

I fuckin knew it that I thought I saw a pussy cat 

I pointed to ya when they askin where the pussy at 

YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER! 

Check my fuckin blood-pressure 

Pop a couple pills and then I'm comin to get'cha 

Put a hole in your soul 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

You diiiee 

Put a hole in your soul 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

You diiiee 

I'll pull a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile 

And when I shot to kill, you know I shot with skill 

And you don't ever see it comin 

Got the skills of a Sniper 

Put the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your diaper 

For real, you's a liar, like Pinocchio 

And when you talk, it grows 

But hoe, it ain't your nose 

It's the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction 

There's a tax on your ass and I'ma make deductions 

Take ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag 

Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag 

Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth 

Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece 

Pull the heater on ya 

Put a hole in your soul 

Nine millimeter homie 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

Gon' rest your eyes 

You diiiee 

Gon' test the fire 

Pull the heater on ya 

Put a hole in your soul 

Nine millimeter homie 

Make your blood run could 

You diiiee 

Gon' rest your eyes 

You diiiee 

Gon' test the fire