Dead Men Tell No Tales

Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy Now I'm fucking with your head, and you realize that it's tricky Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it The reward being destroyed, freakazoid toy With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger In the stranger's eye, the killing comes second nature Your battle filled up the mind it's falling out, hear you calling out For help, and all the fucking yelling to is yourself Crawling and begging for mercy means nothing when you bluffing I'm pushing the button and straight dumping on fools fronting Boo-yah! Come on, motherfucker War pigs, you dig, see kicking out Mr. Big Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (checkmate motherfucker!) You feeling the force, meant for remorse, right from the source Your head is, getting fucked and I'm skipping the intercourse Behold, the Mic Horse, you're taking a loss nigga Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fucking paper Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germinator The greater the risk you fucking hater Hit you with the psycho beta, clicking the fader slow With the Hi-Lo, serving the blow, who got the glow Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killing season Nighty-night, motherfucker --- Dead Men Tell No Tales - Cypress Hill