Joe Budden - See Dead People lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I say different days, same sick language You a game, I'm a game of Russian roulette Pain and Kurt Cobain mixed with Bane drenched in purple rain I rearrange your prints, cut your fingers off Mail them to your son's kindergarten cla** In a Remy Martin gla** Note attached saying Billy, call your dad Signed sincerely, he really caught it bad He clearly can not dial you The alcoholic induced me in a coma can sleep The hostile you, see murder, my style true Basquiat, Reebok shoe Our guns ain't coming out if we not shooting Yours? Yours is coming out with Detox 2 When we shot, woo, we shock Which one of y'all n***as wanna box the King Cobra? I'll mop your team sober I'm not stoppin' till they drop me in a box in a mausoleum Saying here lies an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn's shoulders Peep how I play with the flow, related to Poe I'm the greatest to go n favor Patron Maybe record a poem with Oprah and play it back for Raven Simone Later n***as! I got a crush on Queen Latifah cuz I had a dream We got our f** on without the Monie Love I'm wildin' on these d** It's just me and my team and an obscene amount of girls You can eat our dust, we playing ring around the world [Hook] I said you know That we are So crazy (I I see dead people) (I I I see dead people) And plus, we know (I I see dead people) That we are (I I I see dead people) So crazy (I I I see dead people) (I I I see dead people) [Verse 2: Crooked I] Yea, I see them too with my sixth sense They prowling while I'm browsing through your housing With the authority to do you horribly Leave you in 8 sections like fixed rent While your b**h bent over extending my dick's length Doggy style literally when she make my co*k expand yo You barking up the wrong tree again Nothing's three-dimensional, different plain of existence The only world a clairvoyant human being can see me in My theatrics need, psychiatrics right Like these raps getting ghost-written By somebody psychopathic residing inside of my psyche's attic Inspiring rap sh** that the coke get in Or it might be acid, constipation No sh** and it might be magic, that's it! Speaking of magic All I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick Snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick I'm throwing verbals at you before my circle slapped you Hey, guess what I heard If you anti snitch it can bring down even the greatest person, that true? I guess so, go ask Joe Paterno statue I'm (Crazy n***a!) That instrumental loop and I sit in a mental institution With screws loose in my temple, sending you simpleton illusions Confusing your views with simple distribution Of lyrics I'm using to abuse you [Hook] [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Y'all crazy man, I ain't crazy man, tell them Swayze man They think I'm nuts like a squirrel baby hands Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new man's left testicle Next to two Stans, yelling Shady fans Starting a Rescue Ranger van that Dale painted grey and tan But that ain't the case man, I'm just tryna save fans From the same damn million and 80 gram 3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Raybans sunny cuz they can't mummy I mean rap, y'all get the point like E.T. back in the 80's So ease back when Ortiz rap, it's Navy, Air Force, Army and Marines packed In an ABC opposition operative robot Built by the fans who feel y'all so not That ill so they scream YAOWA when your show start We'll devour you cowards, firing rounds from high powered go karts Till your entire towns in a shower and the soap dropped f**! Like the last s*ut who s**ed my blow pop Cuz I'm charming and shlong felt like King Kong's arm in her poor twat Antibiotics, my psychotic is sick Recite The Bible on the toilet cuz my God im the sh** Grab my iPod and it skips All you hear is the house like sittin' On Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a b**h see See? Pump him with thorozine, I can't see Sido, e-mail from horror scenes, Sí! Sí! Doctor, I see red people or like CC Sabathia's contract Maybe it's a whole bunch of dead people [Hook] [Interlude: Parks] Ayo Joe, put the cigarette out, come get on this sh** [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Wonder why he different from his boys My temperament's annoyed, Sigmund Freud Belligerent on Ritalin and 'Roids don't Look for a reason, all sentiment is void Oh and pencil-in, I'm coy, when I enter and destroy Watch the tape slow mo it took the stand, face bland Raise my left hand, spit on the Bible as I approached it Grab the mic screamed it's over for you roaches we can close this Only thing can make me crazy, they can't figure out a motive Say I'm bipolar you'll minimalize my mental stride Memorize the track enterprise as if I've been inside In my eyes flesh is meat tenderized My heart winterized If God put my sins aside I swear I'll start genocide My funeral should look like a general died Dog's there, let the kennel inside And they'll say he insane though Me, I'd agree with that claim though Peep my angle, cause some would say he is an angel Never gave a f** y'all gave way too many In my state of serenity he'd get mangled How can me and him be in the same boat Ain't no, Choke slam Fantasia with the Reading Rainbow Peeing, flee in the same clothes Just Joe 20-12 Lou Ferrigno on just blow Head in a fish bowl Headed to hell, dipped in crisco And walk over to your click, show me where it is He was eating turned into Al Green with a phobia of grits I know dudes that never took a fall for they body Skipped childhood perhaps couldn't afford an Atari Record to harm me call for Robbie LaFours if you try to mawl the real Paul McCartney You might have thought this out awkwardly Not neurotic, it's perpetual And home boy that ain't saliva, it's last week's Molly residue That demon I carry is heavy So whoever said that's a hard pill to swallow must never met me My new nickname's Approach With Caution You owe me money, I resurrect if you approach that coffin Take my kindness for weakness it'll be your last error I wrote my thin line between love and hate in mascara Give me gasoline, plyers, clever, don't forget the wrench More oil on his tongue, easier to get him pinched Slaughterhouse f** tared and leaves you ain't get the hint Basement full of insides, freezer full of ligaments Let that be a warning if you eager to get 'em lynched Gut you n***as whole use Febreze just to rid the stench Your devoured, work magic with a weapon And I'm just indecisive as D Howard you bleed coward Be certain if you see a guy lurking through your blinds and curtains It's Tyler Durden, and Verbal Kint merging, emerging As if it's just artificial insemination Only here for revenge cause to him it's ventilation Pissed off and annoyed he was born in incineration By a virgin menstruating as a nurse continue racing Truman Show his whole life, watch the demonstration And that's one way of f**in' the world, no penetration Don't know what to make of you The Six Sense's sequel in life form but way more than Unbreakable [Outro] The game of the super groups been shake right now, my n***a That's right Parks, let me talk my sh** before we go up Alright Parks I guess that's enough sh** talking Y'all know, right?