[Dead Boy]
Yeah,this m****f***in Dead boy up in this b****
Yo,got my m****f***in n**** Esham ready to kick this s*** 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 b***** 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 a**
Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon' kill a dead n****
You gon kill a dead n****
b***** body baby b***** 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 h***** when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the p**** hammer c***ed
Tick tock and ya don't stop make the p**** 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 f***** 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
f*** tomorrow no sorrow I live today
And I don't give a f*** 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 f***** songs
I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]
Yeah,this m****f***in Dead boy up in this b****
Yo,got my m****f***in n**** Esham ready to kick this s*** 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 b***** 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 a**
Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga
How you figure you gon' kill a dead n****
You gon kill a dead n****
b***** body baby b***** 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 h***** when I grow up
Now I got a mental block got the p**** hammer c***ed
Tick tock and ya don't stop make the p**** 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 f***** 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
f*** tomorrow no sorrow I live today
And I don't give a f*** 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 f***** songs
I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]