[Intro: Esham]
Killas, everyone's a killa now-a day
Killas, let me tell you about some killa shit
Yo, everyone's a killa

[Verse 1: Esham]
The first time killas made an attempt on my life
It was all about some money, it was funny
So I laughed, blood bathed it off
That bastard's soft
Grab my pistol, I'm shootin' missiles
Here's how you can be a super rap star and people try to kill you too
It's funny like that when you rap about death
The shit really follows you like every other breath
Watch ya step, a thousand black crows fly through the sky
I hear voices in my head, evеryone must die
Why? I dunno, shot another rappеr wit' the .44
What the fuck fo'?
Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster
That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets bust
Still can't get enough, what a rush
Blood stains soak the plush
Carpet, oh shit, brain matter
All over the room scattered
Killas don't talk but stalk the streets
I'm a complete cannibal, cookin' ya dead meat
The Seventh Sign, walk da flatline
Forever through time, eternally out my mind
While you keep tryin' to save souls from dyin'
And Hell is still hot and muthafuckas still fryin'
And I ain't lyin' about abortion
'Cuz you can 'KKKill the Fetus' and still hear ya baby cryin'
[Chorus]
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)
Everyone must die (Everyone must die)

[Verse 2: Violent J, Esham]
Everybody must die, everybody must die
Everybody must die, everybody must die
Everybody must die, that's why
We all deserve another try with the big guy (Thank God)
He's so easy to judge, all you know is his raps
Well maybe there's more to his story perhaps
I snap the necks of human being mortals
Who think they know who's granted which portals
Into the afterlife, fuck, don't nobody know
'Cause don't nobody ever return with the info
Even so, Esham, a grown-ass man, damn it
A product of the wickedry here on man's planet
Redemption time cometh, redeem yourself
And he no longer speaks of these demons in Hell
But instead speaks of the demons here on this Earth
And we'll always do wicked shit for all that it's worth
But if you are the Hell and you want him there with ya
Don't sleep at night 'cause the Boogie Man will get ya