Let me see ya throat thing there, buddy, I'ma chop it See the idea is to make you die, stop it I don't know why but your heart beat offends me I need to cut you off at the windpipe desperately Like, how 'bout cuttin' your own neck, I did Seventeen times, why you think I talk like this? Before I cut myself this was my voice Now, gimme your neck pipe, you don't have no fuckin' choice I'm not ready to die, neither was Eazy E What makes you so fuckin' special, you can escape the Wreath You mean Wraith, I said, 'Wraith', now shut the fuck up And give me you windpipe so I can cut the motherfucker Pick somebody else, I'm pickin' anybody I can find And you happen to be the next motherfucker in line Okay, let's do it, keep still, right there And about one, two, three of those motherfuckers, I'm outta here Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to yeah, yeah, yeah Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to Ah, ha, what kind of circus is this? How you gonna give me a straight jacket when I'm crooked Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it And waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray Jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards, my way Took all his keys and a crate of Methadone Masturbated on myself and leaped out the window Then I turned around and went right back inside Once I realized, I could've grabbed a gang of Formeldahyde Suddenly another fuckin' guard shot me I played the whole movie shits off like, "You got me" Laid there, playin' dead and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my fuckin' thumb, knuckle deep in his eye socket By now there was guards everywhere I'm steady cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheelchair And too many bullets finally put me away But was it the real Violent J? Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab It's like, murdering be givin' me a calm, I need to yeah, yeah, yeah Let me make the pain be gone, I wanna stab, stab, stab It kills the pain, it's the only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale I'm so sorry that I'm so stale, I'm so sorry I'm stale But still I gotta murder your face, man, I'm sorry I'm stale Yeah, that's right, we just stale as fuckin' fuck Suicidilist, juggalos, we just stale No matter what, we always gon be stale as fuck Is that just how [Incomprehensible] This [Incomprehensible] motherfucker I was on the first jokers car and the last [Incomprehensible] © TWISTED HARMONY; UNIVOX 1 PUBLISHING; ZOMBA SONGS INC; BILLY BILL MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com