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WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU

WONT EVEN KNOW

A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR

AND ROLL AWAY



How can i stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and

Prozak only keep

me in check, as soon as its gone, Im gonna KILL! And that was

my last refill

dog Dammit! I drink litium and I dont even know whut it is, only

reason why you

diss on me is because you want a sip! Every time I drink it, I piss out a

laser, and cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser, Ima do

time I asume, I

bitch slapped the judge right out his own court room, then I

took the bench,

and sentenced myself, eternal happiness and good health mother

fucko, mother

fucko, mother fucko, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball

lookin` at me

Ima snatch it, and whip it to the garbage can down the hall,

then kick you in

the ass as you search and crawl for it



WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU

WONT EVEN KNOW

A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR

AND ROLL AWAY



You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really

thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin,

in a pine black

box, the only sign bein that of my heart if Im alive, But Ive

got no pulse of

every breath for days I remember the crash and after that its

a haze, but I do

recall the funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time

when my souls

kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin`, got

nothin but dirt

hittin` the top from them shoveling, Im fucked. Its been at least

two weeks but

I dont keep time, I just lay here motionless in this rotting

body of mine, I

tried fantasy reals and dreaming my way out, it only leads to

mind panicking

and torturing thoughts about running and breathing will it ever

really happen

again , please God, heaven or hell just let something begin



Am I asleep or not, I dont know, My body is rotting and I feel

Pain, Gimmie to

heaven or gimmie to hell but dont leave me dead inside this thing,

My body wont

let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My

body wont let me

go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Am I asleep

or not, I dont

know, My body is rotting and I feel Pain, Gimmie to heaven or

gimmie to hell

but dont leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont let me

go / WONT LET ME

GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My body wont let me go / WONT

LET ME GO / Let

me go / WONT LET ME GO

WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU

WONT EVEN KNOW

A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR

AND ROLL AWAY



How can i stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and

Prozak only keep

me in check, as soon as its gone, Im gonna KILL! And that was

my last refill

dog Dammit! I drink litium and I dont even know whut it is, only

reason why you

diss on me is because you want a sip! Every time I drink it, I piss out a

laser, and cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser, Ima do

time I asume, I

bitch slapped the judge right out his own court room, then I

took the bench,

and sentenced myself, eternal happiness and good health mother

fucko, mother

fucko, mother fucko, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball

lookin` at me

Ima snatch it, and whip it to the garbage can down the hall,

then kick you in

the ass as you search and crawl for it



WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY, YOU

WONT EVEN KNOW

A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR, UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR

AND ROLL AWAY



You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really

thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin,

in a pine black

box, the only sign bein that of my heart if Im alive, But Ive

got no pulse of

every breath for days I remember the crash and after that its

a haze, but I do

recall the funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time

when my souls

kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin`, got

nothin but dirt

hittin` the top from them shoveling, Im fucked. Its been at least

two weeks but

I dont keep time, I just lay here motionless in this rotting

body of mine, I

tried fantasy reals and dreaming my way out, it only leads to

mind panicking

and torturing thoughts about running and breathing will it ever

really happen

again , please God, heaven or hell just let something begin



Am I asleep or not, I dont know, My body is rotting and I feel

Pain, Gimmie to

heaven or gimmie to hell but dont leave me dead inside this thing,

My body wont

let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My

body wont let me

go / WONT LET ME GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / Am I asleep

or not, I dont

know, My body is rotting and I feel Pain, Gimmie to heaven or

gimmie to hell

but dont leave me dead inside this thing, My body wont let me

go / WONT LET ME

GO / Let me go / WONT LET ME GO / My body wont let me go / WONT

LET ME GO / Let

me go / WONT LET ME GO

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