WC-DRS
What's Dead Should Stay Dead (Intro)
I'll introduce you to Mr. Smith, before you meet my partna Wessen!
'Fore I shoot your ass back to the Wild West, kid
If you keep that diarrhea running off your mouth of shit
Towards my direction, I'mma King Saw-lomon through your coronal midsection
Leaving no traces of manhood whatsoever between your legs
Play doh, unmolded clay punks wanna grill chicken
Holding hands, pussy ass Kumbaya singing n***as, I'd rather
Kimbo-yah, slice all y'all faces off, flay them off like Leatherface
So there won't be no faceoff, making your identities faceless
Facelifting by suturing your smiles into the Joker's lips
Like cutouts for holiday decorations in family photo collages
I can't fuck with you impotent clit mitch n***as - erectile dysfunction
God told me to abandon my past on my hit-list
So I said Father Time can kiss both cheeks of my Black ass
For future reference, because what's dead should stay dead