Therapy

[INTRO: DEADBOY] Yeah, this is motherfucking Deadboy up in this bitch Yo, I got my motherfucking nigga Esham Ready to kick this shit for you hoes [VERSE 1: ESHAM] Walking on the flatlines Fumbling with the razor blade Rumbling 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 scaring me I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me Slipping 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 going to kill a dead nigga You going to 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 Forty-Five slug to my mind Sometime I feel I'm on the flatline Man I need some therapy [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 What up [VERSE 2: ESHAM] I'm having 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 Playing games with a gun Ho 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 Three-Fifty-Seven chrome plated to my dome Now I know you want to know about knowing what I know And if you knew me you would know that I be flowing Dead boy killa Guerilla, stilla, illa, chilla I'm going out of my mind on the reala, my nilla Man I need some therapy [DEADBOY] Motherfuckers don't know me Running up in my face and shit Bitch, back the fuck up Don't look at me motherfucker What 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 fucking day Ain't no way I'm going to say I love you now Cause my heart's so cold I don't know how Now you hate what you create Wicket 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 fucking songs I need some therapy [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 ho Get these dollars, nigga These dollars, that's what it's about Yo, it's that nigga Deadboy, and I'm out