Death Certificate (2022 Remaster) Lyrics

It's time you listen to me

You can sit your fucking

Ass back down in your seat

I'mma teach you to be humble

I don't rumble in the streets

And I don't run in with no gun

But I be studying your beats

You can call me PMS

Cause I be bloodying your sheets

Put a period in your career

You mumbling freaks

I may be a vegan

But I'll be having this beef

Deep into your jugular

I'll bury my teeth

I'm starting to get sick of this

Your shit is so ridiculous

Believe in what you say?

I believe more in Saint Nicholas

Yachty, Xan

All them lil' faggots fucking blow me

Feed them to the maggots

Put them Six Nine feet below me

There is nothing you can show me

That is worth my time, homie

All you ever do is sound

Auto-tuned and phony

When I'm all but done with you

I promise that you gon' be

Dying on your tour bus

By an overdose and lonely

To be honest

I'm not the one to start shit

But I'm not the one

To sit back when you tarnish

The legacy of rappers

And all them old artists

That paved the way for you

To do your bullshit from the start, bitch

You better show some fucking respect

This is serious

Not your kindergarten recess

It's kind of fitting

Since all you named Lil'

Because your shit belongs

In a diaper, you're not ill

You little younglings can

Consider me your teacher

I'm contemplating bodying you

So call a preacher

Get a real musician

To write you your eulogy

There ain't a thing any

Of you can ever do to me

Don't you see?

I'm not scared of you bastards

Nobody in the world

Believes that you're gangsters

And you're not sick on the mic

I'm sick of you types

You spit what you like

And then you thinking you hype

I'm speaking for the culture

That you almost killed, bitch

I take it on myself to

Flick your fucking killswitch

I put a stop to this madness

You can bank on it

If I allowed you to live

You better thank me for it

But I'm not done by a longshot

You ass clowns

I got a crosshair on your heads

When you're in my town

I more than frown on your

Choppy shit, you cocky pricks

You talk a lotta shit

And now I gotta deal with this

I got more energy

More hatred that be left in me

And if you try to charge at me

You'll be left with a hefty fee

There ain't no stopping

When I'm popping off at the mouth

Challenging you wannabe rappers

From North to South

I'm laying down an open

Invitation to all of you

Mumble-trap-yappy

Wannabe-rapping-honey-boo-boo's

I'm going through everybody

Like I'm Tebow

Spitting lyrical ammunition

I'm not a G, though

I make your weak ass

Crumble like a Cheeto

I take you on all at a time

Future is me though

Spraying with my Lil' Uzi

Killing Yung Lean, yo

You bitches better Mosey on

'Fore I get mean, ho

You're not worth more of my time

You just making noise

You better live up to your name

Commit Suicideboys

Don't feel flattered

That you got any attention

Now follow in the footsteps

Of XXXTentacion