Must Wanna Die lyrics

[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t f*ck around, still representing that Southside
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
K-Rino me never f*ck around, yeah

[Verse 1]
You nasty bast*rds, I drop higher scholastics
Mathematics couldn’t calculate the number of caskets
I teach the masses, pull out a piece and blast it
And leave pain and hand grenades up in your Easter baskets
To flip graphics like K-Rino, you need gymnastics
Rip gashes, you play me, hoe, you leave in plastic
I breed Jurassic and reproduce the fastest
Nullify your oxygen supply with loose elastics hey
To take me out, you need a fight plan, man
I spit a verse so hard on stage the mic stand ran
The cynical phrase pinnacle, lyrically ec*menical
[?] function identical to octopus tentacles
It’s enough I split heads and leave ‘em divided
Break your whole body in half and leave ya ass one sided, ay
And if you’re looking for a skull, I got it
I chuck it in somebody yard and let a pitbull hide it
[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t f*ck around, still representing that South

[Verse 2: Bang]
The dean of killing with kidnap classes
Call me for real, keep two clips, they flip like Dwayne Wayne glasses
You think I give a f*ck about your chain and all that bragging?
Jack K’s Black Book [?] bean pie and go Platinum
I spit that sh*t you can’t fathom, watch me crack ‘em
Got stock options in here because all the bodies I be bagging
I be dragging dead people through mud, backwoods and sticks, man
Got Atari 2600 that play Playstation 6 games
Now what’s my fix, man? It goes like this, man
I jump through your ears and start Crip walking up on your b*tch brain
Mass murderer, kill your whole family in one bunch
Eat ‘em for lunch, that’s what I like to call black history month
I’m on the hunt, you feel this? Erase your mind
You couldn’t reminisce if your b*tch ass was on OS-10 peeling ‘cause we the realest
Got that high like smoking on nine sweets
You can’t f*ck with Bang, [?] in the bed poking on nine freaks

[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t f*ck around, still representing that South
[Verse 3]
With an array of flows, I spray foes
Depending on how you lived your life, I distribute horns or halos
A 9 will leave you with a blown mind
I call your house up aggravated and snatched your ass through the phone line
Dinner with K, you need a strong mind
‘cause like a broke ass clock, you hanging around at the wrong time
Could still see you if I go blind
I know your DNA is messed up, I ain’t trippin’, you can clone mine
I run with [?] Bang and Big Doc
My brain power is so great, I can think and mentally pick locks
Thinking you harder, dude, you dead wrong
My body vanished at the mic and all they saw was floating headphones
I don’t need heat to blast you
Your family found out it was me you was dissing and whooped your ass too
Vocal murder I’m manifesting
And I don’t wanna hear that whining, just answer the damn question

[Chorus]
Why
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
People playing with me, they must wanna die
The Coalition don’t f*ck around, still representing that Southside
We ‘bout to show ‘em how it goes down
Took ‘em from they family, make ‘em wanna cry
K-Rino me never f*ck around, yeah