Lyrics

[Intro: Deadboy] Yeah, this is mothafuckin' Deadboy up in this bitch Yo, I got my muthafuckin' nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes [Verse 1: Esham] Walking on the flatlines, fumblin' with the razor blade Rumblin' 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 scarin' me I ain't got no love 'cause no one cares for me Slippin' it into to darkness, I'm beyond that and past That, once I catch a flashback, snap and that's yo ass 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 [Interlude: Deadboy] Fuck it, nigga all fucked up in this bitch I don't give a fuck about shit! I don't give a fuck about these dollars, motherfucker… Whaddup? [Verse 2: Esham] I'm havin' 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 a gun Hope 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 pussy hammer cocked Tick-tock and you don't stop make the pussy pop 'Til the break of dawn, 'til the break of dawn Once again it's on, .357 chrome plated to my dome Now I know you want to know about knowin' what I know And if you knew me you would know that I be flowin' Deadboy killa, guerilla, stilla, illa, chilla I'm going out of my mind on the reala, my nilla Man I need some therapy [Interlude: Deadboy] Motherfuckers don't know me Runnin' up in my face and shit Bitch, back the fuck up! Don't look at me motherfucker… whut nigga? [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 fuckin' day Ain't no way I'ma say I love you now 'Cause my heart's so cold I don't know how Now you hate what you create, eicket mind state Got a date with death and what's left's my fate Fuck tomorrow, no sorrow, I live today And I don't give a fuck 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 fuckin' songs I need some therapy [Outro: Deadboy] Fuck it… I ain't got no love for bitches out in this motherfucker I ain't got no love for no niggas out in this motherfucker If I can't see that shit, the shit ain't real Ain't no love, motherfucker Ain't no love out in this motherfucker Bitches don't give a fuck about no nigga Bitches not even a bitch with a baby Nigga, you get a baby by a bitch She don't give a fuck about you, motherfucker! Fuck that hoe! Get these dollars, nigga… These dollars, that's what it's about! Yo, it's that nigga Deadboy, and I'm out!