Budd Dwyer - My Closet Is a Graveyard lyrics

[Skit from "The Usual Suspects" (1995)] Verbal: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he didn't exist [Verse 1: Lil' Infected] Gravity's a b**h, I'm feeling heavy Probably from all these pills in my belly Whipping the Chevy I'm gripping the machete Palms never sweaty Bust yo head open and blood is spilling like a confetti b**h I'm ducking low hoping that d**h is motherf**ing ready He been stalking He been watching Cherry Tryna turn my into jelly Palm full of plenty pennies I'm investing in a cheap d**h Skin is spreading peeping how I seep red As a I leak a weak breath I'm the Shepard b**h and all my sheep dead [Verse 2: Yung $carecrow] Just another nobody Nobody body filled with oxy Heron inside the foil Five bags inside my pocket Felonies felonies with your b**hing eating Lebanese I can see anything grab a tint and got me bending knees Depressing I know I show it they love this so now I'm glowing Pressing the fact that I'm loathing my whole life so I just folded Heron the drill like Folgers I'm just growing colder Looking over my shoulder I know the reapers getting close [Skit from " The Return of the Living Dead" (1985)] Freddy: [to Tina] Tina, it was wrong of you to lock me up. I had to hurt myself to get out, but I forgive you darling. And I know you were here because I can smell your brains. [Tina screams: Get away!] Geez! Now you made me hurt myself again! You made me break my hand completely off this time Tina! But I don't care darling, because I love you