Die
Die

So you killed a motherfucker and stashed him in a body bag?
Corpse rotting away; now he's dead
Been bleeding out of the thirteen holes I've been riddled with

I know
Cause I am the one that was buried (buried)
In a shallow grave
Down Route 3
Under the interstate

An alley transaction gone wrong
He went for my phone
So I slashed at his throat with my knife
I ran home half-a-mile
Thought I left him dead in the road
But I was wrong
He came after me
Three months later
I saw him on my street
In a beaten bitch-ass maggot infested toyota camry

What can a mortal do, when he knows he's doomed to die?
The animal inside will come to life

So I ran
To the house of prayer
It was stale air; god was nowhere
Absent like he always is when we need him
To try my hand at escaping the torment of a man
That wants to lay my bones in a row
Under soil and dirt
Forgotten

I jump at the shadows
That dance on the ground
I imagine chalk-lines
But I know I won't be found
(But I know I won't be found)
He approaches
His knife is enveloped
Taken within my side
He snarls with anger
Lust and pride

As I pulled out I pushed him away
He showed me his
So I showed him mine
I pulled out my Glock 9
Aimed right at his chest
Pulled the trigger
Motherfucker had a Kevlar vest

Yo, tell me what you know about death
Is it infinite? Are we reborn?
Will my spirit and soul be remembered?
Or will my body forever be a cavity for worms?
Under Route 3
Just me and the infinite nothing singing me to sleep
For eternity
Over and over again in this dead head

I awoke
From my daze
To the click of a magazine
Oh, he flicked off the safety (flicked off the safety)
He aimed it right at me (aimed it right at me)
I accepted my destiny
Then I knew I would soon be dead
I knew I would soon be dead
I knew I would soon be dead