Therapy

歌詞

[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]