Mr. Dead Folx
Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics


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(Chorus 2x)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me
(Blaze)
I was the first to put it down
Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta sounds
Strictly keep it underground
Lotus in the family, you now how we do
Coming for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you
Record sales don't make you bulletproof
Big time, and we both know you don't be doing that shit that's in your rhymes
You ain't a G like me, you ain't the thug I be
You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV
Where you're motherf**king trees, always asking for smoke
Ain't it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc's
That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat
Whoever think he the shit, trying to claim my territory
I'm a motherf**king G with heaters loaded and cocked
You's a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocks
Bitch break yourself, for everything and then some
Hold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum

(Chorus x2)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

Never ever was I a bitch hoe,
you can put that on my ten-fold
Ma pop Grundy and them know I sicko
Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper
Known to bring drama somethin' proper
Check nuts
Colton Grundy got handles, I got the J
So when I'm spiting from the big oh line, nuts' in your face
Dead homie on a ho-port, smoking a Newport
Spiting at the bitches, and bumping that new Too Short
Life is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world, is my music to play
So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang
And all the thugs that wit me, throw your shit in the air
And wave those motherf**kers side to side
like you don't care
And if you feeling like I'm feeling, then it's plainy clear
'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here

(Chorus x2)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Violent J)
It's me and Blaze, drunk driving in an 87 Cutlass
Taking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherf**kers
You're chick, I'm dicking that
wicked shit, I'm kicking that
I'm hitting with the quickness, life's stinking, where the chickens at?
You made a wrong turn coming down my block
I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock
Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got,
Mr. Dead Folx sparking at the burial spot
We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Marz
Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars
A little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes)
I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody
I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dieng day
On tour smoking bud, and eating Flying J
Look me up under 'Juggla' and you'll find my name
And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame motherf**ka!

(Chorus x2)
No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
No money, weed, no cash
It's time to get in that ass
Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
Don't be acting like you don't see me
Believe me man you don't know me

(Repeat Till End)




Mr Dead Folx
Believe me man you don't know me

Overall Meaning

The song "Mr. Dead Folx" by Blaze Ya Dead Homie is a confrontational and aggressive piece aimed at those who try to act like they are tough or gangsta but in reality, they are not. The rapper, who has been in the game for a while, calls out those who claim to be tough yet don't have the experience or the street cred to back it up. He challenges his listeners to recognize his experience and expertise in the game and submit to his authority.


The first verse talks about how the rapper has been repping with Twiztid and the clowns, keeping it strictly underground, and coming to ride on anyone who tries to take what's his. He scoffs at those who think they're tough just because they wear Loc's and ask for smoke. He asserts his dominance and warns anyone who tries to claim his territory that he is the real deal, with heaters loaded and cocked, while they're just small-time punks.


The chorus is a repeated warning to anyone who dares to challenge Blaze Ya Dead Homie - there are no questions to ask, no gats to blast, no money, weed, or cash, just pure aggression waiting to get in that ass. The second verse features Violent J, who joins in the confrontational vibe, rapping about how he and Blaze are drunk driving in an '87 Cutlass, taking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherf**kers. He paints a picture of a deserted world where they leave no one standing with their 40-juggalo rap stars.


Overall, "Mr. Dead Folx" is a warning to those who try to claim a toughness they don't have, and reminds them that the real gangstas in the game are not to be messed with.


Line by Line Meaning

No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast
There's no need for you to ask any questions or take out any weapons.


No money, weed, no cash
There's no money, weed or cash.


It's time to get in that ass
It's time to take action.


Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya Dead Homie
The artist wants to remind everyone that they are Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy and are in fact dead.


Don't be acting like you don't see me
Don't pretend you don't know who I am.


Believe me man you don't know me
The singer is emphasizing that they are not to be underestimated and that people do not truly know them.


I was the first to put it down
The singer was the one who initiated the music style they perform.


Reppin' with Twiztid and the clowns kicking the gangsta sounds
They represent and perform gangsta-style music with the music groups Twiztid and clowns.


Strictly keep it underground
The artist wants to keep their music underground and exclusive.


Lotus in the family, you now how we do
They are using music group Lotus and are following their lead.


Coming for ours and won't hesitate to ride on you
They are protective of their music group and will take action if necessary.


Record sales don't make you bulletproof
Being successful in music does not make one invincible.


Big time, and we both know you don't be doing that shit that's in your rhymes
They are calling out a successful singer/rapper for not fulfilling the behavior projected in their music.


You ain't a G like me, you ain't the thug I be
The singer is confident they are a more authentic gangster than the person they are calling out.


You watered down, like the punks I see on MTV
The singer is calling out the artist they are addressing for being a watered-down version of other musicians.


Where you're motherf**king trees, always asking for smoke
The person they are addressing is always asking for weed.


Ain't it a bitch, everybody a G when wearing Loc's
The artist is acknowledging that people try to look more gangster by wearing certain clothing.


That's a figure of speech, and I be sick in the heat
The previous line was a figure of speech and now they are acknowledging that they are not feeling well despite the heat.


Whoever think he the shit, trying to claim my territory
The singer thinks that someone is attempting to take over their music territory and calling them out.


I'm a motherf**king G with heaters loaded and cocked
The artist is confident they are a gangster and have weapons for protection.


You's a small time pee-on, braggin of running rocks
The person they are addressing is a small-time criminal that brags about selling drugs.


Bitch break yourself, for everything and then some
The artist is demanding that the other person give them everything they have, and more.


Hold the mic to my dick, so you can hear me when I cum
The singer is being vulgar and saying they will perform well on the microphone.


Never ever was I a bitch hoe
The artist has never been weak or submissive.


you can put that on my ten-fold
They are willing to confirm or vouch for their strength.


Ma pop Grundy and them know I sicko
The singer's friends and family know they are wild and unpredictable.


Baby boy got banana clips for his chopper
They have a weapon with a large clip or magazine capacity.


Known to bring drama somethin' proper
The artist is known for being involved in dramatic, provocative situations.


Colton Grundy got handles, I got the J
The two speakers have strengths that complement each other.


So when I'm spiting from the big oh line, nuts' in your face
The singer is threatening to use their strong rapping skills to intimidate someone.


Dead homie on a ho-port, smoking a Newport
They are presenting a persona of being a dead gangster smoking a cigarette.


Spiting at the bitches, and bumping that new Too Short
The artist is rapping in derogatory ways about women and is listening to the newest Too Short album, a rapper known for explicit lyrics.


Life is nothing I can even they to relate to, for real though
The artist thinks it is impossible for most people to understand how they live their life.


Being dead is serious, it change you
The artist acknowledges that being dead is a serious and life-changing experience.


All I got left in this world, is my music to play
They have little left to live for except their music.


So you correct if you thinkin', that I'ma do my thang
They are going to do what they have always done.


And all the thugs that wit me, throw your shit in the air
They are addressing their fellow gangsters and asking them to throw up their gang signs.


And wave those motherf**kers side to side like you don't care
The gangsters should wave their gang signs nonchalantly.


And if you feeling like I'm feeling, then it's plainy clear
If the other gangsters feel the same as the singer, then they are in agreement.


'Cause it's a whole bunch of dead folk chilling in here
They are surrounded by many dead people.


It's me and Blaze, drunk driving in an 87 Cutlass
The artist is describing a situation where he and Blaze were drunk while driving an old car.


Taking turns at the wheel while the other claps motherf**kers
While one is driving, the other is making rude gestures or threatening people.


You're chick, I'm dicking that
The singer is sleeping with someone else's girlfriend.


wicked shit, I'm kicking that
The artist is rapping about violent and outrageous behavior.


I'm hitting with the quickness, life's stinking, where the chickens at?
The artist is asking where all the easy women are.


You made a wrong turn coming down my block
The artist is warning someone that they are in the wrong neighborhood.


I'll stop your car like I need help, and crack your head with a rock
The singer will pretend to ask for help and then attack the other person with a rock.


Uh, Colton Grundy the only homie I got,
The artist only has one friend and ally, Colton Grundy.


Mr. Dead Folx sparking at the burial spot
The singer is smoking a cigarette at a burial site.


We about to ride on the world, leave it deserted like Marz
The singer is preparing to take over and ruin the world like they did with the planet Mars.


Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars
The singer is saying that 40 rappers that are part of their group, Juggalo, will harm you.


A little kid asked me if I ever killed anybody (yes)
The artist is bragging about having killed someone and making the confession to a child.


I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody
The artist describes the crime and his bloodlust.


I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dieng day
Violent J is saying their name and that they will be present forever.


On tour smoking bud, and eating Flying J
The singer is smoking marijuana while on tour and eating from restaurant chain Flying J.


Look me up under 'Juggla' and you'll find my name
The artist wants their name to be associated with the group Juggla.


And if you don't, then you're dictionary's lame motherf**ka!
The artist is saying if someone doesn't know their name, then they are dumb.




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