We're all going to die; that's about the only thing we all have in common (well, that and pooping). But even though we already know what happens at the end of our story, we don't know the details. Plane crash? Maybe. Disease? Possibly. Too much cocaine snorted off the body of a nubile young prostitute dressed like Bozo the Clown? Probably. But who knows when and how death's grim hand will come to us?
Musicians, apparently. We covered some of these soothsayers before, but it's way more common than you think. Just take ...

#5. Marc Bolan (T. Rex) -- "Solid Gold Easy Action"
Ever wonder why the glam rockers of the '80s could score more tail in a week than any of us will see in a lifetime? Blame Marc Bolan and T. Rex, one of the first major bands to transform men wearing glitter and makeup from easy targets into butch sex gods. Although many of their songs were about typical guy things, like cars and sex with women, they also pushed the envelope with the occasional song about cars and sex with women who are actually men, as in 1972's "Solid Gold Easy Action," which went: "I know you're shrewd, and she's a dude / but all I want is easy action."
No, a pissed-off dude in a dress didn't stab Bolan to death with a pair of giant stilettos or anything. The really creepy lines are right in the beginning:
"Life is the same
and it always will be
Easy as picking foxes from a tree."
But slightly harder than digging weasels out of a crock pot.
What the hell does that mean? Do ... do people go fox picking, like apples? Is it really easy? It actually sounds pretty difficult, and ... bitey.
The Eerie Prediction:
Four years later, on September 16, 1977, Bolan was riding in a car driven by his girlfriend, who had been drinking. She swerved off the road and drove into a tree, injuring herself and killing Bolan. So that covers the tree part of Bolan's deadly prophecy. But what of the fox? Well, here's the car:
See that license plate? It reads FOX 661L.
The car that killed him was a fox. Wrapped around a tree. They had to pick him out of it.
Be careful when you jot down whatever gibberish comes to mind for an easy rhyme, songwriters. You might actually be crushed between the moon and New York City someday.
From their #1 single "Smothered by a Thousand Beautiful, Naked Women (feat. New York Philharmonic)."

#4. Proof -- "40 Oz" and "Like Toy Soldiers"
Occasionally rapper Proof would join up with Eminem and others in the group D12, which performed the song "40 Oz," a stirring ditty about Dorothy coming to grips with her impending mid-life crisis on the mean streets of Emerald City. Or booze; the lyrics could honestly go either way.
There's also some evidence that it's an impassioned love ballad written for Vernon Schillinger.
At one point, Proof raps, " I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there." Now, admittedly, pretty much every rapper on Earth says that about four times an album, but still, you hardly expect him ...

The Eerie Prediction:
... to be in the club, beefing, and get murdered there.
Putting something of a damper on the evening.
On April 11, 2006, Proof was shooting pool and got into an altercation with Keith Bender, a Desert Storm veteran. Bender's cousin happened to be the club bouncer and did not understand the intricate protocol of proper beefing. A fight broke out in which Bender was shot, so the bouncer grabbed a gun and fired. Thus was Proof killed over what should have been a relatively harmless Stage 2 Beef Initiation, at best.
While that's plenty eerie, hip-hop is rife with depictions of fictional murders. What's one more, right? Well, it wasn't just Proof who predicted it; his best friend saw it coming as well. One year after "40 Oz" and one year before Proof's death, Eminem released a video for his song "Like Toy Soldiers," featuring heart-warming imagery such as this:
Despite the title, it sadly bears no resemblance to the classic 1991 Lou Gossett Jr. film.
Yes, that's Proof, playing a guy who just got shot to death outside a nightclub. Remember, this is Eminem, one of the most famous rappers on the planet. He could have picked basically anybody he wanted for the role of "friend who gets violently shot to bits." However, in a case of terrifying precognition, he selected Proof. And the camera kept panning back to his lifeless corpse throughout the video, lest we forget just how dead this guy is.
We've said it before, and we'll say it again: Eminem is some kind of warlock, and you should never say his name three times in a dark place.

They know what they did, what they are into and what they are expecting.

If i say his name 3times in a dark place what will happen