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