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What happened, what happened? I see a whole lot of niggas here napping Who's sleepin? What's cracking? You dreamin', I cash it See I'm the captain, I'm the captain Of this goddamn ship, I won't crash it You gonna do some? I don't think so I'm a Starr nigga - Ringo When I'm hittin' these niggas like pinball Nigga that lingo hard like indo I get it in though, she know how to go like the wind blow Reaper got flow and the ?Wendos? Keeping that ho like Orlando Me and my gringos throwing that bitch out of window She flyin' like a flock of flamingos Shit no, shit yeah, cause shit happened I'm Binladen and I've been rappin' for eight years And I'm still graphic, still mad and I'm still standing Any rappers in the way will get peeled backwards If you wanna match this, let me ask you Is you ready to die? (Tonight) Spirits gon' fly (Tonight) I'm gettin' high (Tonight) And I'm ready to die (Tonight) SongtexteI'm ready to (die), so I'm tellin' them (why?) Half of these actors been tellin' them (lies) Claimin' you (fly) American (life) You have to be touched for the very first (time) Better re-(wind) every (line) Over your head when I leave 'em (behind) Enemy (lines), Ketamine (high) Hell of a (time) I never De-(cline) I'm so fucking sick with the pen, I'm master like Ishii O-Ren Grill in like Dolly Cohen, I fill 'em with bloody omen My wishlist consists of horn implants and a pitchfork Let's hand 'em the rope with the Slipknot You better beware watch you wish for We mobbin' like it's Gotham, got 'em carbon copy coffins So line 'em up and drop 'em - end of discussion Dead or alive, head of the tribe - hear the spirits whistle Riddle me this, riddle me that Cock the pistol is you ready to die? Is you ready to die? (Tonight) Spirits gon' fly (Tonight) I'm gettin' high (Tonight) And I'm ready to die (Tonight) Aus Songtexte Mania