[Verse 1: Briggs]

Stop the presses, Briggasaurus is back

They're boring with their stories, I heard 'em and I'm snorin'

Didn't make it to the chorus, they distortin' the facts

That's my fam, Mr Officer, I swear I'm not consorting

I'm important I'm telling ya, kind of a big deal

Battle scars on my grill, I'm kind of a big Seal

I'm black and that feels, according to that

Every recording I'm ordered to get to bridging the gap, huh

Fuck that, I ain't kickin' the bucket list

Only bucket I give a fuck about is what Kobe gets

Don't give a fuck where Kony is

Where there's invisible kids, yeah I'm a miserable prick

But I'm speaking now to each individual kid

Whether you copping the digital or the physical disc

Suckers thinking they can get up in the middle of this

I can't carry on a date, they just takin' the piss

[Chorus: Briggs]

So what's that sound? (*Click-clack* blaow)

Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?)

Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said?

(I'd rather be dead)

So what's that sound? (What is it?*Click-clack* blaow)

Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?)

Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said?

(I'd rather be dead)

[Post-Verse: Briggs]

I'd rather be dead, ain't never going to sell

I made The Blacklist, I'm probably going to hell

I bodied this beat, it's sorta startin' to smell

If you don't know Briggs, get to knowin' him now

[Verse 2: Briggs]

Large type of fellow, rhyme with a bellow

Put asses in the seats like diving in the shallows

Try to nick this flow like you was Carmelo

Couldn't hang with the God if you was in the gallows

Marshmallows, soft-serves got nerve

Wanna speak at the drive-thru, you just got served

You can polish a turd but who wants that shiny shit?

Count on Briggs to tell you what time it is

Def motherfucker, natural born gorilla

Zodiac killer, so tell me what sign you is

Air Briggs, you can fly with this

Then get to punishing whoever with a crime that fits

[Chorus: Briggs]

So what's that sound? (*Click-clack* blaow)

Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?)

Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said?

(I'd rather be dead)

So what's that sound? (What is it?*Click-clack* blaow)

Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?)

Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said?

(I'd rather be dead)

[Bridge: Naomi Wenitong]

Briggsy, Briggsy, Briggsy, can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotise me

And I just hope this song gets played

On the radio so you get paid

Briggsy, Briggsy, Briggsy, can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotise me

And I just hope this song gets played

On the radio so you get paid

[Verse 3: Briggs]

(Yeah, Sheplife)

I can hit you with real Shepparton shit

Your car go, my car no, I don't blow my dough

I'd rather go right home

But keep an eye on the city like a cyclone though

I'm not trying to to see the Grim Reaper or grip keeper

Or sleeping under six feet of dirt

I'll be in an old folks home, with an old folk bone

Gettin' that old folk dome before I leave this earth

[Chorus: Briggs]

So what's that sound? (*Click-clack* blaow)

Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?)

Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said?

(I'd rather be dead)

So what's that sound? (What is it?*Click-clack* blaow)

Tell 'em Briggs is back (How you like me now?)

Me fall off? Ha! Does it even really have to be said?

(I'd rather be dead)

[Outro: Briggs]

Yeah, I'd rather be dead

Never will I fall off, rather get the sawn off

Trigger to the finger, pointed straight to the head

I'm getting kinda bored of everything they thought of

Yeah, I'd rather be dead

Never will I fall off, rather get the sawn off

Trigger to the finger, pointed straight to the head

I'm getting kinda bored of everything they thought of