Letras
What we're listening to when we die, it's like, super important
That's my thing
I make music to help people die better
This that shit you gotta die to
This ain't the time to pray to your false idols
I'm standing at the window with the rifle
This ain't the type of shit you're gonna get revived to
This that shit you gotta die to
Push the button, absolutely no survival
This is RIP before your title
I swear down, one hand on the Bible
Play this shit at my funeral
Open casket 'cause the trackie looking beautiful
Tell my friend of friends and the mutuals
All the pins and sad songs are unsuitable
Play this shit at my funeral
Turn the eulogy to roaches in the cubicle
I wake the dead and make 'em go perform a musical
Bro, this shit ain't disputable
In fact, this is the opposite
The countdown to doomsday is as we're dropping this
You can hold this L, I kindly offered it
This is defeat, you're the chiropodist
He was ahead, but now it's off with it
I politic with Olly Phipps
Me and Mill, Asterix and Obelix
This that shit to die to, get shot to this
And this that shit to pass away to
Out to all of my sons, your father hates you
Got the dial tone when you ask the angel
Tell your family it was too hard to save you
This that shit you kill yourself to
This song is like what the chair and the belt do
The trap door on the platform fell through
Yeah, you're swinging, but no one's gonna help you
Play this shit at my wake, please
So much ice in my coffin, I made the grave freeze
I get the picture, but don't say cheese
I blaze trees and make Ps while you rake leaves
So play this shit at my wake
I'm baked, eyes glazed over, but still awake
Favourite word is eliminate
Pull up to my funeral a few minutes late, like, ayy
Listen to this verse in a hearse
In reverse while you play this song in reverse
I'm so extra, but introverted
You get mouth-to-mouths, I just kiss the nurses
While you're on dialysis
Joshua, Oliver, Obelix and Asterix
Swing a stack of bricks and a bag of tricks
This is that shit to die to, get stabbed to this
Come out and fight
It is a good day to die
How can a man die better?