Ready To Die - CryJaxx, M.O.J.O, BENJA

You better bring a strap and a vest

If we really gotta do this then I gotta suggest

Give your wife and your children and your mother your best

There’s no time to rest when you’re dealing with death

Ready To Die!

And «No» is the wrong answer, a no-chancer

Holes in your chest like lung cancer

A rope dancer, boy the stakes is high

The fucking game is mine, I’m not afraid to die, yeah

The way up is always longer than it seems

So, if you’re morbidly obese

You shouldn’t do that to your knees

Bitch please, get the fuck out if you’re easily offended

I’m not your gender-studies fucking wannabe professor

Someone call the fire department

A prodigy, a fire starter

Going further and farther

It’s getting darker it’s clear

I’m even harder this year

And kick your ass into a pit like «This is Sparta» in here

Ready To Die!

Straight from the cellars of death

Harness darkness in these lyrics, feel the pain in my breath

Ain’t no second to best, I could care less of the rest

Ain’t playin' checkers, but chess, takin' it straight to the chest

Ready To Die!

This ain’t for the feeble-minded, seek asylum

Better watch your back, I’m 'bout to leave you spineless

Moment of silence, death on arrival

It’s perfect timing, dead or alive, we will never go quiet

And we changin' the climate

On a suicide mission, this a reaper assignment

Makin' sacrifices, gotta double down on it

Visions in my mind, but I want a crown on it

Someone call the fire department

A prodigy, a fire starter

Going further and farther

It’s getting darker it’s clear

I’m even harder this year

And kick your ass into a pit like «This is Sparta» in here

Ready To Die!