Lyrics

[Verse] Was it somethIn' I said that made me your idol See I'd rather be dead that's why I'm suicidal And my head keeps spinnin' like every day But it's best to burn out than to fade away See I am what I am, and that's all that I am But when I'm not high, a poor excuse for a man I ain't drinking no forty, thinking time with the nine Can't you understand, I'm the trigger man The dramas in life is so highly diluted In time you will find wicked rhymes executed From dawn to dusk you might hear me bust Deep peep the Wicketshit and your skull'll crush Exodus, Alpha, Omega come again All the hate you create is comin' from within Amen another sin, once my mind is bled When it's done and said, I'm done and dead Flatline...