Birthday Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Ft. Insane Clown Posse)

[Hook]
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
We're only here to live one time, you know?
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
And how I live my life, they don't control
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
We're only here to live one time, you know?
How bout a birthday? Fuck another funeral
'Til the day I die, you can label me a juggalo

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
My homeboy's dead, he been gone 3 days
And now I'm with his family in a funeral parade
'Til the wake, split stories over chicken and biscuits
And I contemplate all the shit that he's missin'
It's fucked why folks die so young
I bet he had the chance to get my dry-cleaning done
Oh no here it comes, guess it's time to get the soup
Instead of the cigars 'cause my homie's wife is due
Here's what's true, there's an obituary page
With no section devoted to new lives being made
Sad to say, easy to see when you look
The birth rates decline while the death rates off the hook

[Hook]