[Dead Boy]
Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch
Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes
[Esham]
Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade
Rumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made
Sometimes I really feel like
I just can`t deal with the pressures of life
So I walk around with the bloody butcher knife
Therapy,man I need some therapy cause ain`t nobody scarin me
I ain`t got no love cause no one cares for me
Slippin it into to darkness I`m beyond that and pass that
Once I catch a flashback
Snap and that`s yo ass
Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon` kill a dead nigga
You gon kill a dead nigga
Bloody body baby bloody man I`m nutty what he thought
Nine dead bodies and I never got caught
Walk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines
And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines
I don`t sniff lines .45 slug to my mind
Sometime
I feel I`m on the flatline
Man I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]
[Esham]
I`m having suicidal thoughts
Brain cells dead from the coma
My aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten
Seems like you forgot
Man I took one shot
Now I lay me down to sleep body hot rot
Got no love when I was a toddler
Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun
Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked
Tick tock and ya don`t stop make the pussy pop
To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn
Once again it`s on
.357 chrome plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about knowing what I`m knowing
If you knew me you would know that I be flowing
Dead boy killa,guerilla stilla illa chilla
I`m going out of my mind on the realla my nilla
Man I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]
[Esham]
So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic
In my maggot brain
All types of things happen,insane
I can`t explain how I wonder let me take you under
With this suicidalist ain`t afraid to die
Who wonder why I think this way
So we all gotta die one fuckin day
Ain`t no way I`ma say I love you now
Cause my heart`s so cold I don`t know how
Now you hate what you create wicket mind state
Gotta date with death and what`s left`s my fate
Fuck tomorrow no sorrow I live today
And I don`t give a fuck about what you say
I`ma ride this suicide this I decide this
Life I live
All take no give
And if I take sum back then I must be wrong
But dead men don`t sing no fuckin songs
I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]
