Tekst:
Rage Drop Dead

out ? drop dead This could be a better world Go away ? drop dead Root it out ? drop dead May return a better man Go away ? drop dead Have you ever thought

out ? drop dead This could be a better world Go away ? drop dead Root it out ? drop dead May return a better man Go away ? drop dead Have you ever thought

me 'Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be Where hella niggas get shot at So you'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause

The soul of the master's elements, disaster Breaking ya faster, transmitting the broadcaster The blade swings, slashing your throat The vision's on the mission, seeking the note Dropping

dicks [G. Dep] Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta Yo, I got wild fed to earn, lead to burn Stop sign on ya slot time, dead ya turn Lotta cats gotta wait til they dead

The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness

noose So tight he chokes her she drops all her books on the floor Apart from the bliss magazine that lands on the sofa Dad can't control his rage When

for too long you bout to lose your face I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told

[Porcelain Black - Chorus] Hey hey hey if you're ready to rage Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather