i don't have a lot to say because i lose my mind each day so lock me in a padded room, straight up, straight out straight jacket doom goin' nuts, insane
It?s so hard to find what to say when there is darkness inside and there?s no day. If there?s hope then there is will to live; if there?s none there
White picket fence and yeah thats me i've got a nice mowed lawn and a family i make a little money, got a dog with a bone cause i have a little mind
If ignorance becomes you, then subscribe to the masses and Just place your trust in the ALMIGHTY. Dollar seeing green is seeing red, consumed by lust
I don't wanna hear it, all you do is talk about you I don't wanna hear it, cause you know none of its true I don't wanna hear it, sick and tired of all
a suicide machine She danced all night to the storm in her mind She waits in the gutter Someone she'll never find Just a sill and a scheme It's a suicide machine
casket! [spoken:] Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping chocolate Beck--Like in the last century [Rapper:] "Turn that s--t off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other
life The only way to get out soon I suicide Born in a morning hall Pale souls built a frozen world Infected brains Will never reach the other side The other
called lifeThe only way to get out soon I suicide Born in a morning hall Pale souls built a frozen world Infected brains Will never reach the other side The other
each other's eyes 'til one of us would break, No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make? So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories the first time the machine
ovens, the Malachi brothers Some will eat while others die in hunger Cry and hug like when a reunited child and mother find each other Meanwhile my music
Representation for those who would other wise have no representation Protection for those who other wise would have no protection (Ya Dig?) My lyrics
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is {RBX} Suicide, it's a suicide
suicide, blades swirl and slide Wreck da scene, hoes fiend, ima throwed young teen Creased up Dressed Clean in a marble machine Turbo graphic 16's with
Catskill!) {Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping juggler Like like the last century Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you man? Get the other
mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other
pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is [RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide