reach out there's nothing left picking up the scraps but there's nothing left for me looking for someone to help me there's no one left but me inside and out
and I both hate very much And then I grabbed the knife And I let the blood out of your throat And I smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull And
carefully for all thoseyears You cover up the cruelty They built so carefully for all those years Spit on Mother Nature When you yearn and cry out her name And cry out
you foul, you should be stripped of your gown You could make maid, shipped out What the fuck you done tripped out, missed out Sixty Second count the amount
Dillon But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom And he would toss and then would force
an old friend of mine The blood became alive When I was trapped inside And I can feel the dark passenger coming My mother's blood and mine Uniquely intertwined
stay on Smoother then rayon Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons Mu'fuckas, black out season Publishing resume steady increasing [Chorus] [Lord Have Mercy
for me to take mines Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme Put you in a pine box You and your
first time [Down Low Recka] Lord have mercy on these niggas man (Oh mercy mercy me) Yo everyone was at the wake cryin Family members and close friends, inside
tons With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic And
but you don't know my pain, that's right! Mercy! Mercy! I hear you talking about my sorrow, you don't know my pain You know there's an inside kind of
out and said do you want to take a ride? Out in through the pale moonlight Her Father was a failure Her Mother was a comfort To a doctor and lawyer and
possessed and perspiring He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos AR-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes He went out in a blaze of glory He
kept you out there, ripped you for your wear jump inside your video, bust you with a chair smack slap smack slap smack slap smack just to make it worse and
t mean shit The grimdown The matted shit encrusted fur of the beasts The monsters wrestling inside your brain So scared they will break out and paralyse
aint in me in me Lord have mercy, damn its the devils day can i say, wicket niggas come out and play, and hey I do it for the suicidalness and aint no
be a better day Hmmmmmmm... and now I ask, Lord have mercy upon me and grant me sight, for what I can't see For you are the shephard and I shall not