Blaze Ya Dead Homie - U Can't Hurt Me Now lyrics

You’re about to hear the tale of an indestructable man
He’s dead and he’s pissed
He’s roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die
Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead ass zombie
Do yourself a favor and get the fuck out
B to the L to the A-Z-E
Bitch muhfucka, you can’t hurt me If you break my legs, then I break your back
Relax and kick back in a bed of thumbtacks
Matter fact, you can slit my throat
Spill blood on my leather Psychopathic coat
I’mma laugh in ya face, you can’t kill a dead man
You can try…, I’m serious, you can
Under my jersey, bullet holes bout the size of Milwaukee
You better step up off me Pale faced with the maggots all around
I leave a couple few off in each and every town
My leg falls off every other day and shit
But I’mma try superglue, a hair apiece sticks
So who you lookin at and what’chu gonna do?
You can try to kill me, I’mma sho' gon kill you
You, you can’t, you can’t hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do)
Ain’t nothin stoppin me from killin you!
You, you can’t, you can’t hurt me now! (Ain't shit you can do)
Ain’t nothin stoppin me from killin you!
I ate a pack of firecrackers (Did it Mix)
When I piss, sparks shoot straight outta my dick
Get the picture before I stab you with the knife
But you can’t take somethin that I don’t have nothin of, right?
That’s right, I’m more than a ghost
I still slang ki’s on the corner by the light post
I can’t walk the walk
But I stray scarin more ho ho’s than santa claus
I been electrocuted, it ain’t do shit
Except fucked a bare hands outta tiny
I get ran down then I get back up Pissin down like a crackhead, curled up My eyes swelled up and I can’t see straight
Then I dive off the overpass on to the interstate
Who you lookin at and what’chu gonna do?
You can try to kill me, I’mma sho' gon kill you
Yo, this is Anybody mothafuckin' Killa! This crew don’t feel pain!
We Psychopathic! Especially my dead homie Blaze!
Tell me, how the hell a dead mothafucka gonna die!!!
I drink liquid scar, cuz I like the taste
And thug on police till they mace my face
Went to the White House, pissed on the grass
Step to the President’s wife to get some ass
Eat Halloween candy, blades in the center
«Man how you be so mean?», I can’t remember
My throat got cut but I sewed it back
Rap like (*incoherent rapping*), and it’s still phat
This mothafucka tried to stab me in my love handle
So I blew his lights out like a fuckin candle
If you shoot me, you better bring a cannon
In the end, I’mma be the last G standin
Can you imagine bleedin everyday
Wrappin up wounds with rooms of duct tape
Who you lookin' and what’chu gonna do?
You can try to kill me, I’mma sho' gone kill you
Psychopathic!