Joelid (Death Threat) Songtext
von Joelid

Saw A torn piece of cardboard
Layin on the floor
When I walked through my front door
Wife in the kitchen, shittin
Bullets coming out her mouth like she′s spittin
On the card board one thing was written
Motherfuckers must be kiddin
So I get the shotgun, told her that it's time to find these bitches
And it about the money, never make it about the pigment
It′s my house, my wife, and soon to be my children
Life or death, do or die,
I'm the man walkin out of this livin
If you haven't seen the story of my life, I was play by Bruce Willis
Die hard, or never say my name bitch
I believe you just exceeded all the limits
Now you crossed the line
Put two x in your eyes
Now I′m livid
Shivers down your spine Every time you take a step outside
Cock my gun as ya drive by
Gangsta, Gangsta!
I′m begging come and try
You say you're gonna take my life
Screw my wife, us my mic
Test me one more time
We′ll see who's only about the hype
Cock my gun, welcome to the after life
Bye, bye die bitch die is the only thing on my mind
Run and hide, get ya body guards, get ya boys and ride
It′s only me the punisher
Mr. grim reap in the middle of the street
Armed with a pipe
So look me dead in the eyes
I'm not a bird so I won′t take flight
Like Dwayne, I'm a rock stand and fight
Last words why
I'll tell you why


Threaten my life, that′s fine
Threats on a mic, that′s alright
But when you bring it to my personal life you're gonna find
That you went too far, dot on your head as you crossed the line, line

Get my gun
Cock the shotgun, then I need
To find that little piece of meat
It′s time to bring the heat
And show these bitches how they, unleashed the beast
Cock my gun
Then you'll hear the chamber ring
Then you′ll see a glimpse of me
In the street
So scream I D (ID)

Fuck cop killers
I'm a drug dealer killer
Make you piss yellow like a miller
Screw Michael Jackson I′m a realer thriller
Spinal chiller
Realer than a four dollar biller
Lead filler
Mow cartels down like Attila
Ima hunt you
Mission to destroy these pussy whipped fake killers
ICU is where is where I'll send'em
Make there families pull the plug and kill′em
When I′m through God couldn't even heal′em
Peal there skin back and muscle drill'em
Talk shit and wind up in the trunk
Throat cut, nothin but the smell, now we′ll see who's playin punk
This is just your warning
Your last chance to run
When I fire the gun, there′s no time to jump
In the ditch or on the side of the road as a bump
That's where you could end up
OJ Simpson, ima make my first cut
Thump, thump, thump on your back door
Better duck, quack and flock
Brought the shotgun and the gospel, spray and pray, I won't use a glock
Limbs missing from your arms to your cock
Next time you wanna talk, just remember I don′t come back on track with a mock
I kick back with a chamber, hot!

Threaten my life, that′s fine
Threats on a mic, that's alright
But when you bring it to my personal life you′re gonna find
That you went too far, dot on your head as you crossed the line, line

Get my gun
Cock the shotgun, then I need
To find that little piece of meat
It's time to bring the heat
And show these bitches how they, unleashed the beast
Cock my gun
Then you′ll hear the chamber ring
Then you'll see a glimpse of me
In the street
So scream I D (ID)

Ya! You wanna send me a death threat?
I′m waitin right here
No really, I'm recording this out in front of your house right now
Fuck cop killers
I'm a drug dealer killer
Welcome to A Glimpse
I go zero to a hundred cracker real quick, real Fucken quick