End Of The Line

It is the end of the line I'm bout to do all my time Foo, it's the end of the line I've got to do all my time It's the end of the line I've gots to do all my time Foo, it's the end of the line I've gots to to all my time Foo, it's the end of the line I gots to do all my time Foo, it's the end of the line I gots to do all my time Foo, it's the end of line I've gots to do all my time Step one I'm goin through so much stress Get it out my head, two Repent all my f*ckin sins But what my chance? Three I violate my steeper wrong For blowin smoke Once it up my nose But the Devil tryin'a steal my soul, oh no Say, is it the worsest this shit is gonna get? Oh yeah I'm tired of this runnin, can't get no f*ckin rest, the bed Is where I'm supposed to lay my head But his heads whippin eggs Won't you take me from this darkness Tryin'a catch me is like a world-wide party Full of masked-murderers as worse as Bin Laden Drugged cause I'm mad, plus I'm gone and I'm sick I was raised by the government, as a cold Satanist Age sixteen, I sold my soul to the Devil And in return, he gave me fame, fortune, pleasure Gave it back to God, now I'm down in a ditch 'For I started this shit, tooken by Triple-Six Hahahaha I gave you life, fame, fortune, women, pleasure! A contract's a contract, you f*cking fool! Look at you now, you must want a f*cking god, that won't give you shit! You're through, Paul, Juicy, Lord, Crunchy and even Boo! They shall suscede, and watch you fall, which the way you came No one is to blame, f*ck it You see what you're going through No f*cking friends! You god-damn punk! F*ck a Koopsta Knicca man! It's O.V.! What the f*ck you gonna do now man!? It's O.V.! (It's O.V.!)