Текст песни Esham - Therapy (with Dead Boy), слова песни Esham

Текст песни Esham - Therapy (with Dead Boy)

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[Dead Boy]Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitchYo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes[Esham]Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor bladeRumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are madeSometimes I really feel likeI just can`t deal with the pressures of lifeSo I walk around with the bloody butcher knifeTherapy,man I need some therapy cause ain`t nobody scarin meI ain`t got no love cause no one cares for meSlippin it into to darkness I`m beyond that and pass thatOnce I catch a flashbackSnap and that`s yo assBlack Devil get a shovel,grave diggaHow you figure you gon` kill a dead niggaYou gon kill a dead niggaBloody body baby bloody man I`m nutty what he thoughtNine dead bodies and I never got caughtWalk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlinesAnd dead body chalk lines make me walk linesI don`t sniff lines .45 slug to my mindSometimeI feel I`m on the flatlineMan I need some therapy[Dead Boy talking][Esham]I`m having suicidal thoughtsBrain cells dead from the comaMy aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgottenSeems like you forgotMan I took one shotNow I lay me down to sleep body hot rotGot no love when I was a toddlerNow I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gunHope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow upI told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow upNow I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cockedTick tock and ya don`t stop make the pussy popTo the break of dawn,to the break of dawnOnce again it`s on.357 chrome plated to my domeNow I know you want to know about knowing what I`m knowingIf you knew me you would know that I be flowingDead boy killa,guerilla stilla illa chillaI`m going out of my mind on the realla my nillaMan I need some therapy[Dead Boy talking][Esham]So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relicIn my maggot brainAll types of things happen,insaneI can`t explain how I wonder let me take you underWith this suicidalist ain`t afraid to dieWho wonder why I think this waySo we all gotta die one fuckin dayAin`t no way I`ma say I love you nowCause my heart`s so cold I don`t know howNow you hate what you create wicket mind stateGotta date with death and what`s left`s my fateFuck tomorrow no sorrow I live todayAnd I don`t give a fuck about what you sayI`ma ride this suicide this I decide thisLife I liveAll take no giveAnd if I take sum back then I must be wrongBut dead men don`t sing no fuckin songsI need some therapy[Dead Boy talking]

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Therapy (with Dead Boy)

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