lirik lagu esham – therapy
[dead boy]
yeah, this m-th-f-ckin dead boy up in this b-tch
yo, got my m-th-f-ckin n-gg- esham ready to kick this sh-t for you hoes
[esham]
walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade
rumblin with the ace of spade 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 bl–dy butcher knife
therapy, man i need some therapy cause ain’t n-body scarin me
i ain’t got no love cause no one cares for me
slippin it into to darkness i’m beyond that and p-ss that
once i catch a flashback
snap and that’s yo -ss
black devil get a shovel, grave digga
how you figure you gon’ kill a dead n-gg-
you gon kill a dead n-gg-
bl–dy body baby bl–dy 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 .45 slug to my mind
sometime
i feel i’m on the flatline
man i need some therapy
[dead boy talking]
[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 playin games with the gun
hope i spit up, get up, throw up, mind blow up
i told my teacher i want to be like hitler when i grow up
now i got a mental block got the p-ssy hammer c-cked
tick tock and ya don’t stop make the p-ssy pop
to the break of dawn, to the break of dawn
once again it’s on
.357 chrome plated to my dome
now i know you want to know about knowing what i’m knowing
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 realla my nilla
man i need some therapy
[dead boy talking]
[esham]
so tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic
in my maggot brain
all types 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 wonder why i think this way
so we all gotta die one f-ckin day
ain’t no way i’ma 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
gotta date with death and what’s left’s my fate
f-ck tomorrow no sorrow i live today
and i don’t give a f-ck about what you say
i’ma ride this suicide this i decide this
life i live
all take no give
and if i take sum back then i must be wrong
but dead men don’t sing no f-ckin songs
i need some therapy
[dead boy talking]
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