(Verse 1: ?)
I look over yonder and what do I see?
All of my n***as with Glocks around me
Visions of Psalm 23rd in my head
Though I walk in the valley with my infra-red
Where do you run, where do you hide
It's gonna be a homicide
n***as laying on the curbs, bodies all in plastic bags
Why do I walk away and hit the whips and let my khakis sag
They say a life is a terrible thing to waste
Do you mind if I stick my hands in your guts and tell you how your intestines tastes
n***as think I'm friendly, no I'm not
Pop goes the Glock, bystanders get shot
You smoking rocks, no I ain't my n***a just reality
n***as are constantly asking me, where I put their bodies g
Pumping, feeling, the body -------------
How you gonna k** me when I'm already dead
Watching head, I guess i'll begin to f**ing slaughter
Murdering mothers, fathers, daughters
Son of a b**h it's not hard to die
Why oh why must I feed you to the flies
Higher than the clouds, because I'm out of the atmosphere
Pa** the razorblade and bumping Hear my Dear
Fear no other man on this planet
Having crazy dreams, I'm losing it goddammit
I got to hold on to reality because reality got a hold on me
(Verse 2: Lil Grimm)
Look into my eyes, ------------
He wants me to my skull, you will be trapped into my maze
Caught by the reaper so keep a n***a deeper
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Creepin on that other level, have you ever met the devil
Suicidal ghost writer, bustaz make me use my 7
Digging holes for you b**hes mind --------
Seven bodies dead without the head hung in my garage
Having bad dreams so I jump out my bed and snap
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------------------ reading all these evil scripts
Do you hear that noise I hear
Cast a spell you disappear , run into the mystic fog
Fall into the yellow brick road where your soul is taken on your bliss
It's ice cold, bustaz can you ------ this sh**
Mind lurking with the torture
Take your body to the ground give it to the vulture
The doctors got no medicine, the cure is f**ing panic
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Look up in the sky
I'm so glad I cannot see reality got a hold on me since like chi-chi
(Verse 3)
Lord bless me for every sins I committed
Who did the murder who did the murder, I did it
Why did I do it, the devil told me so
Mommy, daddy, devil don't wanna let me go
My neighbors tell me "hey man get a grip"
But every time I grab a n***a ------------
But every time I drop a busta down I ask why
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And maybe it's the dope that got me clicking
And maybe it's the coke that got me trippin
I don't give a f** I guess I'll let it -----
I go the f** to my car and grab my nickel plated nine
Nobody understand, get them demons off of me
Reality got a hold on tree, pa** the P