Dead Boy - Therapy lyrics

[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