Die Like a Rockstar

Brown bless the mic like gesundheit

Bud 'bout the size of a bonzai, kick it like Muay Thai

Flow like sci-fi in high def

I'm righteous and still bust a nut up on a bitch chest

The verbal folklore been explored

And employed by none other than them fools with the gold

And them bankrolls explode

And your bitch in my target when I shoot my load

Bulls-eye, my eyes tie-dyed

Fried off the same shit that rockstars died from

Smoke something with your man bitch

Like Wyclef used to sell the cannabis, manuscript sick shit

Prescription addiction

Sniffing adderall off the counter in my kitchen

Tripping off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping

Experiment so much it's a miracle I'm living

And I'mma die like a rockstar, die like a rockstar

I'mma die like a rockstar, die like a rockstar

I'mma die like a rockstar, die like a rockstar

I'mma die like a rockstar

Bitch I wanna party like Chris Farley

Shot of Hennessy spike that with some molly

Tell mommy I'm sorry God bless my soul

But life is so sublime going out like Brad Nowell

I got that Kurt Cobain type of mind-frame

Feeling like Keith Moon shrooms in my dressing room

Basquiat freestyle

Feeling like Jimi Hendrix and Anna-Nicole mouth

River Phoenix '93 VIP

With some drugged up porn hoes all around me

Like Teri Diver, Linda Wong

All inhale having orgies where the horns grow along

'Cause bitch I'm Frankie Lymon, Heath Ledger

Hyped in a Jacuzzi doing that John Belushi

With Brittany Murphy, we blowing hershey

I'mma die like a rockstar