6 Feet Deep

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6 Feet Deep

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[Verse 1: James Garcia] In them comments they all gon' say the most Skeletons in your closet and you afraid of ghosts I can't get high my anxiety make me hate the smoke The Baphomet in me sleeping and they awake the goat They bring it outta me now where did all them haters go I drop that fire in an effort to escape the cold The devil's laughing tryna drown out all my prayers though And speaking death is something I ain't tryna say no more Huh, all of that criticism need an exorcism Got me feeling like I'm living in a prison Everybody wishing I would suffer with 'em til' I'm dead (Dead) I got a bigger spirit they ain't wanna hear it I was feeling fearless but the message clear It's only dope to you if I ain't going through it and upset (Dead) Bet, spitting it colder the air is still showing my breath, yep! A chip on my shoulder 'cause I'm tryna grow up and get Up outta the dark that I put my life in for over a decade of death But being a better me seems like it'll never be something that they can accept (Fresh!) [Chorus: James Garcia] They won't let me change, I keep going under They keep pulling me underground They won't let me change, I keep going under They keep pulling me under, six feet down Six feet, I could do this in my sleep, cuh Go to sleep, bodies buried in the deep, deep (Six feet down) Six feet, I could do this in my sleep, cuh Go to sleep, bodies buried in the deep, deep (Six feet down) [Verse 2: James Garcia] (Yeah) I cut your throat like I was Mel Gibson in Braveheart I got these wish I could kill every day thoughts I'm tryna stave off Baby I ain't worried 'bout you boyfriend 'cause he way soft Leavin' stitches all around his dome like a baseball I'm painted up like Monoxide when he ain't Paul I'm off this Bud Light and an 8-ball, bitch, I'm way gone I've been fucking haters up since back in the FLH forums I'll fucking relapse, yo, somebody better pray for 'em Uh, I'm Edgar Allen Poe with this violent flow Keep the subtitles on my show 'cause I like silence mo' (Shh!) The light is on inside the home, but my mind is gone I hope police don't find the clothes that I've been hiding, bro The bloody motherfucking remnants of a violent show Live-streaming my demons on a higher note Who else you know been this consistent when I got this hard? Produced a Twiztid album and a fuckin' Joker's card [Chorus: James Garcia] They won't let me change, I keep going under They keep pulling me underground They won't let me change, I keep going under They keep pulling me under, six feet down Six feet, I could do this in my sleep, cuh Go to sleep, bodies buried in the deep, deep (Six feet down) Six feet, I could do this in my sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep [Skit: Jamie Madrox] Are you even holding it right? He's holding it right, leave him alone! I assure you, I'm holding it right (I told you) But we need everyone's hand, like, put a finger Everybody put their finger on it I'm putting mine- I don't know where this asshole's finger's been It's called a planch- *sigh* whatever I'm putting mine right here It's called a planchette On the planchette You have to ask it questions I'll be the asker, what do you guys wanna ask it? Will I be famous? If I can make out with your mom! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I'm being serious, dickhead Alright, I'm sorry, uh, how does anyone get here? Why do you hang out with him? Okay, is there someone here with us? Ooh, don't ask it that Stop it, you're moving it, dickhead! It's not me What, that's so scary What the fuck? What the fuck? Yes, see, yes, okay, alright ask another question I don't like this at all, I don't like this Alright, ask it if I can hook up with your sister then! Ha ha ha ha! Okay, that's a- No! Stop it! You're not being serious! Aw man, come on! Alright, do you have a message for us? Jamie, I really don't want to do this It's moving again! Stop asking this creepy shit! It's spelling out something Oh shit! Y Stop! This is not funny! O Yo! You're moving this! U Yo! Holy shit! W I L You will What's going on in the mirror? What's it spelling, dog? D I There's someone fucking staring at us in the mirror! E? "You will die," man, this is bullshit! You will die? I ain't sign up for this shit, man, fuck that Everybody calm dow- *static*

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  • Madrox
  • James Garcia