Текст песни King Gordy f Bizarre (D12) - Time to Die
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[Chorus - 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 hangedand tortured by midgets. Am I worth the minion?Life of a skitzothat`s playin a normal person. Hides it so good thoughHe`s prayin with you at church and he`s takin your kids to footballgames, your favorite neighborWho really just wants to cook your brains, and taste `em laterI`m that guy at that McDonald`s that be serving your foodYou heard the news. Local worker done murdered to morning crewGod told me to do it. I`m deaths angelCalm only when doing that Mary Jane girlThe nicest person that you never want to meetHas to restrain himself from killing everyone he seesBlastin your brain with shells, hittin seven of your peepsA bastard that made hell, I`m who the devil wants to beBlack magic, I`m sayin spells hoping the dead will come to meI`m all alone in my basement with a gun[Chorus - 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 investigationsI`ve been compared to JasonThough he`s for choppin up fourteens by the lakeFor God sakestheir only fourteenEyes open like they wide awake been dead for four weeksSmokin weed takin threonineDeath is certain. Help me please, thinkin morbid thingsSelf murder was corsin through my veinsHorrible, hurts the brainListen to Jimi Hendrix. Worshippin Kurt CobainThe ghetto Edgar Allan PoeSever your head with a staff to the throatYou`re better off dead. Roll his ashes to smokeA sorry orphan kid that lived in foster homesStarved and torn man. Wish he had some parents of his ownNow he walks the streets. Everyday thirsty for bloodHe been stalkin me, everyday running for usGive me some more lithium, I have the urge to bury shitI need some help for this, I got to stop killing my therapist[Chorus - 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 3 - Bizarre]I`m supposed to be playing professional hockeyShort and stocky. With a hook like RockyI`m deadly than full blown AIDsMatta fact, I got full blown AIDs from fuckin John BennetMy little girl got a heat exhaustionI thought that she would be alive after two weeks in BostonSexy women... I fucking hateTie me up with a rope and feed me corn flakesMy grandmother... She just turned 75For a gift I`m giving her a black eyeSex offender who calls himself RonaldJacking my dick, watching the excersise channelMy mother... she`s a known slutMy job is ear her pussy and make sure the grass is cut (Like this mommy?)On Van Dyke and Harper eatin a big babyIt`s not a hamburger... It`s a fucking old lady[Chorus - 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)