Fuck Death The Killjoy Club (Ft. James Garcia)

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I ain't coming wild as a motherfucker coming with me
Got a bulletproof vest on me, got a Glock and stalk on me
Can't stand me, but they can't stand against me
I'm prayin' everytime you see me
That one of you hoes don't try to hold me
To be honest hell ain't even ready for me
To be honest hell don't even wanna see me

[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
I escaped hell on a technicality
Just image how stale it'll be
The Devil, tryin' to tell me what to do, yo
I shoved his fork up his doo-doo hole
I'm fresh, my foot print these flames
I'm too dope to be locked in chains
I got another chance ho when I continue
I'm already lookin' for some dirt to get in to

[Hook x3]
Fuck death!
Better yours than mine
Livin' my life I got a long way to go
Fuck death!

[Verse 3: Violent J]
Fuck death, I'm sittin' on spikes in his waiting room
Basically debating my doom
I jump back through the portal and return to Earth
(My hand popped up out of the dirt)
I'm a bad motherfucker, headbutted a bitch
Car jacked her keys, but couldn't drive stick
So I fucked the clutch up and sputtered away
Too slick for death uhh, Violent J