Good Day To Die - Flatlinerz

Go ahead, die, fuck, that’s my word, nigga

Let me take a sip, let me sip

(indistinct mumble)

Alright, check this, it’s an unsolved mystery

Why must I die?

Because we’re all gonna die

It’s an unsolved mystery, why must I die?

It’s a good day to die

It’s a good day to die, tell the truth or should I lie

Fucking evil out my mind, ain’t coming through with the nine blast

Like the badass, scraping it, toss it and kill

I’m ready to catch a body, watch a nigga blood spill

All over the morgue floor, more cranks fucking raw

Getting paid out my ass, I’m sticking niggas for the cash

It’s a homicide, we caught two in the alley

I crept off with the corpse and I repossessed their bodies

Like the Devil, I plot in Hell from this spell

That put me 'neath the ground and in the tomb is where I dwell

Not going downtown, I can’t stand the rays

It’s a good day to die, Toss the 'Linerz in the grave

Call me Butter when I ooze down the body like blood

I .30−30 loudmouth ducks like Elmer Fudd

Beware I’m ferocious, like multiple sclerosis

I’ll have you flipping your wig, licking the kid like a Hostess

Where’s the lovable creamy, sweet, soft side?

There is none thicker son, I’m taking em on a rough ride

Don’t front on a blunted pirate

I’m deadly like a virus, AIDS, tuberculosis, hepatitis

IV needles could be deadly when I’m entering

Your body punk like you poked poisoned darts

My one two’s lethal, ask 'em for a fifth

If you swifted to the land of the spirits in my labyrinth

Swift 'em wiser moms, keep your kids inside

Omen’s the tour guide to Hell, make you fucking hype

I’m strangled local whores with my vocal cords to make 'em holler

Demented like your dollar bill’s eye, the type of The triangle

I make a goose-back get back in combat you

Meet the black angel when I react

You won’t have to to buck me, I bust over your head

Look at your brain and say «What made you think you could fuck with me?»

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

hello, hello, DIE!

Now’s the time to front, the dead got nothing more to bring

Other than the order of a soul at the Flatliner Diner

The wicked can, hooligan, the running rebel

The killer grill skill, the messenger of the Devil

I’m reaching from the depths, pulling foes who slept

Killing off the soft with a carcass on my breath

Blood trickles, diamond sickle that was made for thrashing

Ass-backward kids count the bodies, I’ll be bashing

I use suds of blood, meaty flesh for the needy

I slay prey and write my name in graffiti

On Hell’s wall, deface Hell’s hall but what I would say

Mayhem organizer, you died on a good day

I woke up this morning with a chip on my shoulder

The blood in my veins gets colder, colder

Zero below Celcius, about to freeze

And today’s a good day to do away with my enemies

I wanna see 'em all zapped out, I got the plan knocked out

Now’s the time and I’ma bring the cops out

So duck down as I empty my rounds

I’m aiming for 'em, but my black talons have no name on 'em

Heads are gonna be severed, let the baldies

Kill a teen and the Linerz’ll pull the lever, today’s your day for death

You wanna know why, punk?

'Cause it’s a good day to die

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

hello, hello, DIE!

It’s Da Undertaker and I dare you to sneeze

So I can squeeze them right through you with a breeze

Swallowing souls just to quench my thirst

I’m doing drive-by's in my minivan hearse

I lace bodies in plastic, I’m off to Jurassic

Feed off fresh flesh and melt the rest down to us

Spark up, boom in the basket

As I lay, best believe I caught 'em on a good shake

Yourself, horrorcore rules in the

Fool, I’m waiting to drown your ass in a pool

Of your own oozing blood, how I love to shove?

Your castrated corpse up under the mud with the bugs

Pull out the red, butt fuck the motherfucking innards

Flatline master fist coming to throw you with the leanest

My my my, gots to lie to the gravemen

Today’s your day for making 'em die

Now, couldn’t you believe it was a good day to die?

My personality gets ruined, and then it’s graveyard time

It’s time to catch a body, man

Handle it, pan-handle man, put your soul in the can, man

I’m pissed off, man, I’m ready to rip, I’m ready to flip

Put my boys on your knee, making human beings leak

I’m blood splat death, where’s the next?

I’ma trip

So I don’t get lost, I follow the drip, I follow the drip

When I do, what I’ll be doing, killing and drinking brewing

I stay slam dunking bodies in crowds like Ewing

I burn your body in a bucket of grass

It’s the Gravedigger putting fear in your stinking ass

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

It’s a good day to die, today’s your day

hello, hello, DIE!