WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU WONT EVEN KNOW
A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
How can i stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozak only keep
me in check, as soon as its gone, Im gonna KILL! And that was my last refill
dog Dammit! I drink litium and I dont even know whut it is, only reason why you
diss on me is because you want a sip! Every time I drink it, I p*** out a
laser, and cut holes in the wall with my d*** phaser, Ima do time I asume, I
b**** slapped the judge right out his own court room, then I took the bench,
and sentenced myself, eternal happiness and good health mother f***o, mother
f***o, mother f***o, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me
Ima s***** it, and whip it to the garbage can down the hall, then kick you in
the a** as you search and crawl for it
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU WONT EVEN KNOW
A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really
thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black
box, the only sign bein that of my heart if Im alive, But Ive got no pulse of
every breath for days I remember the crash and after that its a haze, but I do
recall the funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time when my souls
kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt
hittin' the top from them shoveling, Im f*****. Its been at least two weeks but
I dont keep time, I just lay here motionless in this rotting body of mine, I
tried fantasy reals and dreaming my way out, it only leads to mind panicking
and torturing thoughts about running and breathing will it ever really happen
again , please God, heaven or hell just let something begin
Am I asleep or not, I dont know, My body is rotting and I feel Pain, Gimmie to
heaven or gimmie to hell but dont leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont
let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My body wont let me
go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Am I asleep or not, I dont
know, My body is rotting and I feel Pain, Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to hell
but dont leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont let me go / WONT LET ME
GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My body wont let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Let
me go / WONT LET ME GO
A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
How can i stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozak only keep
me in check, as soon as its gone, Im gonna KILL! And that was my last refill
dog Dammit! I drink litium and I dont even know whut it is, only reason why you
diss on me is because you want a sip! Every time I drink it, I p*** out a
laser, and cut holes in the wall with my d*** phaser, Ima do time I asume, I
b**** slapped the judge right out his own court room, then I took the bench,
and sentenced myself, eternal happiness and good health mother f***o, mother
f***o, mother f***o, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me
Ima s***** it, and whip it to the garbage can down the hall, then kick you in
the a** as you search and crawl for it
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU WONT EVEN KNOW
A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really
thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black
box, the only sign bein that of my heart if Im alive, But Ive got no pulse of
every breath for days I remember the crash and after that its a haze, but I do
recall the funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time when my souls
kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin', got nothin but dirt
hittin' the top from them shoveling, Im f*****. Its been at least two weeks but
I dont keep time, I just lay here motionless in this rotting body of mine, I
tried fantasy reals and dreaming my way out, it only leads to mind panicking
and torturing thoughts about running and breathing will it ever really happen
again , please God, heaven or hell just let something begin
Am I asleep or not, I dont know, My body is rotting and I feel Pain, Gimmie to
heaven or gimmie to hell but dont leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont
let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My body wont let me
go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Am I asleep or not, I dont
know, My body is rotting and I feel Pain, Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to hell
but dont leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont let me go / WONT LET ME
GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My body wont let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Let
me go / WONT LET ME GO