[INTRO: DEADBOY]
Yeah, this is motherf**ing Deadboy up in this b**h
Yo, I got my motherf**ing n***a Esham
Ready to kick this sh** for you hoes
[VERSE 1: ESHAM]
Walking on the flatlines
Fumbling with the razor blade
Rumbling with the ace of spades
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 scaring me
I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me
Slipping it into to darkness
I'm beyond that and past that
Once I catch a flashback
Snap and that's yo a**
Black Devil get a shovel, grave digga
How you figure you going to k** a dead n***a
You going to k** a dead n***a
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
Forty-Five slug to my mind
Sometime I feel I'm on the flatline
Man I need some therapy
[DEADBOY]
f** it
n***a all f**ed up in this b**h
I don't give a f** about sh**
I don't give a f** about these dollars, motherf**er
What up
[VERSE 2: 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
Playing games with a gun
Ho I spit up
Get up
Throw up
Mind blow up
I told my teacher I wanted to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental Glock
Got the p**y hammer co*ked
Tick-tock and you don't stop
Make the p**y pop
'Til the break of dawn, 'til the break of dawn
Once again it's on
Three-Fifty-Seven chrome plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about knowing what I know
And if you knew me you would know that I be flowing
Dead boy k**a
Guerilla, stilla, illa, chilla
I'm going out of my mind on the reala, my nilla
Man I need some therapy
[DEADBOY]
Motherf**ers don't know me
Running up in my face and sh**
b**h, back the f** up
Don't look at me motherf**er
What n***a
[VERSE 3: ESHAM]
So tell me what you think about the psychadelic
Funkadelic relic
In my maggot brain
All type 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 wonders why I think this way
So we all got to die one f**ing day
Ain't no way I'm going to 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
Got a date with d**h 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'm going to ride this suicide
This I decide this
Life I live
All take no give
And if I take some back then I must be wrong
But dead men don't sing no f**ing songs
I need some therapy
[DEADBOY]
f** it
I ain't got no love for b**hes out in this motherf**er
I ain't got no love for no n***as out in this motherf**er
If I can't see that sh**, the sh** ain't real
Ain't no love, motherf**er
Ain't no love out in this motherf**er
b**hes don't give a f** about no n***a
b**hes not even a b**h with a baby
n***a, you get a baby by a b**h
She don't give a f** about you, motherf**er
f** that ho
Get these dollars, n***a
These dollars, that's what it's about
Yo, it's that n***a Deadboy, and I'm out