Time to Die

[Hook: King Gordy] I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (I'm so high) I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Time to die) [Verse 1: King Gordy] All the stories I'm livin. Paintin portraits of me being hanged And tortured by midgets. Am I worth the minion? Life of a skitzo That's playin a normal person. Hides it so good though He's prayin with you at church and he's takin your kids to football Games, your favorite neighbor Who really just wants to cook your brains, and taste 'em later I'm that guy at that McDonald's that be serving your food You heard the news. Local worker done murdered to morning crew God told me to do it. I'm deaths angel Calm only when doing that Mary Jane girl The nicest person that you never want to meet Has to restrain himself from killing everyone he sees Blastin your brain with shells, hittin seven of your peeps A bastard that made hell, I'm who the devil wants to be Black magic, I'm sayin spells hoping the dead will come to me I'm all alone in my basement with a gun [Hook: King Gordy] I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high) I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die) I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high) I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die) [Verse 2: King Gordy] Ongoing investigations I've been compared to Jason Though he's for choppin up fourteens by the lake For God sakes Their only fourteen Eyes open like they wide awake been dead for four weeks Smokin weed takin Thorazine Death is certain. Help me please, thinkin morbid things Self murder was corsin through my veins Horrible, hurts the brain Listen to Jimi Hendrix. Worshippin Kurt Cobain The ghetto Edgar Allan Poe Sever your head with a staff to the throat You're better off dead. Roll his ashes to smoke A sorry orphan kid that lived in foster homes Starved and torn man. Wish he had some parents of his own Now he walks the streets. Everyday thirsty for blood He been stalkin me, everyday running for us Give me some more lithium, I have the urge to bury shit I need some help for this, I got to stop killing my therapist [Hook: King Gordy] [Verse 3: Bizarre] I'm supposed to be playing professional hockey Short and stocky. With a hook like Rocky I'm deadly than full blown AIDs Matta fact, I got full blown AIDs from fuckin John Bennet My little girl got a heat exhaustion I thought that she would be alive after two weeks in Boston Sexy women... I fucking hate Tie me up with a rope and feed me corn flakes My grandmother... She just turned 75 For a gift I'm giving her a black eye Sex offender who calls himself Ronald Jacking my dick, watching the excersise channel My mother... she's a known slut My job is ear her pussy and make sure the grass is cut (Like this mommy?) On Van Dyke and Harper eatin a big baby It's not a hamburger... It's a fucking old lady [Hook: King Gordy]