Therapy

[Dead Boy] Yeah,this muthaf**kin Dead boy up in this bitch Yo,got my muthaf**kin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes [Esham] Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade Rumblin with the ace of spade 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 scarin me I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pa*s that Once I catch a flashback Snap and that's yo a*s Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga You gon kill a dead nigga 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 .45 slug to my mind Sometime I feel I'm on the flatline Man I need some therapy [Dead Boy talking] [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 playin games with the gun Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up Now I got a mental block got the pus*y hammer cocked Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pus*y pop To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn Once again it's on .357 chrome plated to my dome Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing If