[Intro]
Hahahaha... hahahaha..
Give you all this garbage that you're used to...
Garbage that you're used to...
Garbage that you're used to...

[Chorus]
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit you ain't used to...
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit that leave your screws loose...

[Verse 1: Z]
I cut my tongue up out my mouth, and throw this microphone out my house (fuck that shit)
Before I put my funds in the house 'cause I'm takin' 12 percent for the ounce (your shit?)
Got be talkin' all about, some shit ain't really all about (c'mon man)
Your rides bitches and yo clout can see your asshole where you crouch (ow)
If you was pushin' all them dumbbells out, you wouldn't be talkin' 'bout your routes
Just unless you're really dumb as hell when they case you probably stalking on yo house
I fuck with goons but I'm a moneymaker, but ask my hood what I'm about
Z carry 38's in the backpack, drugs and macs stacks in the mouth
Shoulders hold like a Amtrak, 'cause my fam back what I doubt
And I got lil' killers that go trap slapping rival gang rep when they bounce
Put that soft track from the God fact that my kids lack every ounce, or my attention because these dro sacks and these go raps block it out (fuck)
You wanna go try somethin' out this world you ain't never done before? (you wanna do it?)
Just stop it now, or kill the fact that we own the amount (fuck)
These simple drugs and murder and ratchet asses are whips on crouch
And everybody talkin' gas and pay your features with oaks and kraut
[Chorus]
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit you ain't used to...
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit that leave your screws loose...

[Verse 2: Mc Nutt (NuTTHouze ProdigieS)]
I'mma Mc Nutt, ward patient
Lobotomized, this the third time
TV horror movies and radio manipulized our minds
Strap you to the table
Green'll cut 'em up, real quick
Demons inside take over, the games we play are sick (do it)
So listen close, this god is who I'll give you
Religious garbage are feeding every day, got you fat, dude
Mc Nutt can't be a service (what?)
I'm tryin' to tell you another call with no reply, I'm assuming trash up under your fuckin' chute
Well here I come through the ash, I've come to part the sea
Oh wait, I'm in a strait-jacket, one hand scratching N.H.P
Screws loose, no; live life conscience free
My head snapped five star studs, girlie witness me
A1 insane, though I never thought it would truly matter
I plotted on a plate, I ate, and now I'm getting fatter
Finished every meal, music prodigy type of platter
When it comes to bullshit music, no trust, I'd rather...
[Chorus]
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit you ain't used to...
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit that leave your screws loose...

[Verse 3: Jay Crazii]
Murder death kill kill, my screws loose when I get up in the booth
Motherfucker better tell 'em - hit 'em in his cerebellum 'bout your watermelon, if your tellin' you be bluffin'
Talkin' about your music but you really ain't sayin' nothin'
You soundin' like everybody else, this game's so fake, just be yo self
And you wonder why you never get up on the shelf
When the cards are dealt, gotta switch yo hand, gotta switch yo plan
Listen to my demonstration: all this imitation got me segregated, 'bout to fuck the game up, give 'em all straight penetration
Now I know it ain't perfect, but I'm breakin' through the surface and I'm laughin' at you clown ass n***as
'Cause you worthless and I do this shit on purpose while you livin' in the circus, I could run around you like a circuit
I'm a savage and I debt me fuckin' static, go bananas watchin' carrot, they be watchin', they be plottin'
But it's nothin' 'cause I got it and I got it in my pocket and I'm talkin' 'bout your profit, you ain't doin' nothin' 'bout it, n***a sit back and watch it
Claim to be an artist but you steady bringin' garbage
Bitch about the britches like them bitches, little n***as always dissin', come up missin' never slippin' up deep and I'm gone
Sparking a spliff and I'm on
Stuffin' and puffin' a straw
God be in my zone
This impaired like Hocus Pocus, smokin' on the devils boat, it got me feelin' focused, automatic when I wrote it, n***a you could never quote it
Brainsick, Twistid
Sik
Militia, paint a better picture, spit a livin' scripture, catch a n***a lurkin', give 'em raw servin's
Don't fuck with me, n***a I'll bring you to your funeral service, bitch
[Chorus]
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit you ain't used to...
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit that leave your screws loose...

[Verse 4: Twistid Rob]
I die before I give you all that garbage that your used to
I'm a monster with the mental, this intelligent with all of y'all's Blue's Clues
I don't do that boo boo, just voodoo, I got screws loose for the loose noose
And the short fuse and the deuce deuce when I choose two, when I move shoes, I'm a loose deuce and the who's who
Remember when I started making music, I wasn't all that great
Took a lot of practice, but some of you can't relate nor clean the plate
With no patience, y'all faded in the shadows and full of hate
Because I'm the shake in your atmosphere, I'm gonna make sure you suffocate
Yeah! I gotta chopper a piece for show, but days I'd like to switch it up
With syllables and worldly styles, clashin' like I don't gi-give a fuck
If you're not talented, gotta pick it up, people thinkin' Twistid is a nut
When I'm lightly, like a knife knee, stabbin' with inanimate objects in the gut
I'm sick is what, but I'm never gonna flop, for the trash that you are baggin' out
What you be braggin' about, you ain't got heat without that dragon mouth
I laugh at the fact that I'm accurate, aimin' at cancerous slander, I'm hackin' 'em out
Takin' everybody off the pedestal, see you got me 'fore I let you act it out

[Chorus]
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit you ain't used to...
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to
Murder, death, kill, kill, that shit that leave your screws loose...

[Verse 5: Mr. Green (NuTTHouze ProdigieS)]
Crucified myself so I would die before this garbage shit
I'm hungry... willin' to do some shit that leave 'em like mummies
I'm a product killer by nature, give 'em this: I'm their savior
Garbage labeled here, nah just hundred-and-one flavors
Gimme the pen, I'm killin' 'em all
Pickin' 'em off, watchin' 'em fall
Ill breath is on the mic, I can crush 'em with the life of jaws
Pistol packin', I'm grabbin' the action
Sick of the shit, run around blastin'
Lost in the head, but what do you expect?
I'm a prodigy with passion
I will freak out, pull the thing out, start to red faction, smashin'
Feelin' the demon take over, I'm askin' what happened, it's a blackout
And anyone in my path better not lay their back out
My life I took the safe rout, sorry this is how I act, I get loud
And I ain't playin', I won't pull back for nobody
This is 5-0-9, the dub A my territory
I got my chance...
So I did my thang...
This is NuTTHouze ProdigieS, Mc Nutt and Mr. Green

[Outro]
Die before I give you all that garbage that you're used to...