shit is ridiculous you?re out of your mind they talk but say nothing stop wasting my time living so close to a cemetery i watch the dead crawl out
Stupid clowns junkie friends sold me out to paranoia doubt i sold my soul but nothing is gold all i know is the devil is cold everyone wants to
You smell your shit? well it stinks too help you out but you're quick to forget every person that i've met is exactly the same as anyone i'll ever
I?m wasting away lack of motivation is killing me every hand i shake belongs to an empty face it sinks its? teeth into my neck what happened to my
that was a home the rain came down through the roof and all my life i?m still fucking up for you i?ll drink myself to an early grave whatever it takes
Demons! we?ve all got ?em there?s no denying it get these demons off my back i throw myself into the fire a life worth living is something i?ll never
myself in the fucking face media media think for yourself media media they call this wealth? media media they feed it to us media media and we eat it
Dead/alive it doesn?t fucking matter we won?t survive a candle burned at both ends in fear we trust to keep the dogs at bay you hide behind a god
feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, I'm chasin the paper, it' simple im bout my bread, I cock it and pop it your white
IM WIDE AWAKE, BUT IT STILL feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon
get colder then a bitch you see how froze it can be, and over In the, blink of an eye situation Based it in hatred You can taste it It's now how many
days got my head twisted Mystic visions of a razor blade Cut my blunt with precision Stuff it till it's bustin' Sippin' on some Tussin Imagine it, gothic
ya but it's the booty call and I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll and I'm out half a blunt hangin' out my mouth speedin' like a demon on 101 south I
2] I had a good lawyer, I got five years, Jay Lee did it to boost his career Gave me up, to get a bigger cut and I didn't even see it cause I was caught
We argue so often I guess I'm good for something Chew me out Bite my head off Spit it out Take it out on me Set your demons free Wounded verbally Scarred
Get up go out and play Nobody knows, Nobody knows [Chorus] Children I want to warn 'ya 'Cuz I've been to California Where Mickey Mouse is a demon Turn it
bitches out of they jeans Gold diggers out of they cream Little wannabe rap motherfuckers out of they dreams I'm slick, I could talk a hustler out of
