Song | Anyone Out There |
Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
Album | Chapter 2: World Domination |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
(juicy "j") | |
One cold winter of many tales | |
Trails of blood left in frozen snow | |
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow | |
I turned against god and everything that i cared for most | |
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts | |
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence | |
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum | |
So furious of past, i'm an adult i feel better now | |
But no matter, i tell them that i know they'll never let me out | |
I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head | |
I hate psycho-therapists, i walk amongst walking dead | |
Everday, yes every-single day, peepin' ways to escape | |
I got to find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way | |
I'm pullin hair up out my freakin' head yo | |
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold | |
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha ****in' force boi | |
In a padded room i know i'll never get up out this hole | |
I'm pacin' back and forth across this room | |
I gotta think of somethin, man i got to make a move | |
The day i killed my ****in' family in a week or two | |
I got to get up back out there i wanna do it again fool | |
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man | |
I told him "if you help me out i'd put a lotta papes in your hand | |
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it | |
If you help me out when i get out i'll give you half on that deal" | |
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray | |
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round 'bout 8 | |
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box | |
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops | |
I'm gonna need a slight overdose of some mother ****in' sleepin' pills | |
So while i'm waitin in the dirt i won't breathe up the air in here | |
Sneak in the office get the keys off of dr. malique | |
And while you doin that i'll take the pills so i fall asleep | |
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away | |
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate | |
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed | |
But from the light i seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant | |
With me | |
I'm scared, is anyone out there? | |
Damn, i'm scared is anyone out there? | |
I'm scared, is anyone out there? | |
Damn, i'm scared is anyone out there? |
juicy " j" | |
One cold winter of many tales | |
Trails of blood left in frozen snow | |
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow | |
I turned against god and everything that i cared for most | |
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts | |
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence | |
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum | |
So furious of past, i' m an adult i feel better now | |
But no matter, i tell them that i know they' ll never let me out | |
I rot in this dread, my only world' s the one in my head | |
I hate psychotherapists, i walk amongst walking dead | |
Everday, yes everysingle day, peepin' ways to escape | |
I got to find a way out this place, it' s a must, got to find a way | |
I' m pullin hair up out my freakin' head yo | |
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold | |
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha in' force boi | |
In a padded room i know i' ll never get up out this hole | |
I' m pacin' back and forth across this room | |
I gotta think of somethin, man i got to make a move | |
The day i killed my in' family in a week or two | |
I got to get up back out there i wanna do it again fool | |
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man | |
I told him " if you help me out i' d put a lotta papes in your hand | |
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it | |
If you help me out when i get out i' ll give you half on that deal" | |
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray | |
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round ' bout 8 | |
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box | |
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops | |
I' m gonna need a slight overdose of some mother in' sleepin' pills | |
So while i' m waitin in the dirt i won' t breathe up the air in here | |
Sneak in the office get the keys off of dr. malique | |
And while you doin that i' ll take the pills so i fall asleep | |
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away | |
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate | |
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed | |
But from the light i seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant | |
With me | |
I' m scared, is anyone out there? | |
Damn, i' m scared is anyone out there? | |
I' m scared, is anyone out there? | |
Damn, i' m scared is anyone out there? |
juicy " j" | |
One cold winter of many tales | |
Trails of blood left in frozen snow | |
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow | |
I turned against god and everything that i cared for most | |
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts | |
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence | |
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum | |
So furious of past, i' m an adult i feel better now | |
But no matter, i tell them that i know they' ll never let me out | |
I rot in this dread, my only world' s the one in my head | |
I hate psychotherapists, i walk amongst walking dead | |
Everday, yes everysingle day, peepin' ways to escape | |
I got to find a way out this place, it' s a must, got to find a way | |
I' m pullin hair up out my freakin' head yo | |
They trippin' cause a nigga put his ass in a choke hold | |
I wanna go psycho and kick this mutha in' force boi | |
In a padded room i know i' ll never get up out this hole | |
I' m pacin' back and forth across this room | |
I gotta think of somethin, man i got to make a move | |
The day i killed my in' family in a week or two | |
I got to get up back out there i wanna do it again fool | |
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintence man | |
I told him " if you help me out i' d put a lotta papes in your hand | |
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it | |
If you help me out when i get out i' ll give you half on that deal" | |
The old man ready, he grinnin', that stray | |
Look here gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round ' bout 8 | |
Check it pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box | |
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops | |
I' m gonna need a slight overdose of some mother in' sleepin' pills | |
So while i' m waitin in the dirt i won' t breathe up the air in here | |
Sneak in the office get the keys off of dr. malique | |
And while you doin that i' ll take the pills so i fall asleep | |
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away | |
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed on to the pine crate | |
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed | |
But from the light i seen someone killed the maintence man that dormant | |
With me | |
I' m scared, is anyone out there? | |
Damn, i' m scared is anyone out there? | |
I' m scared, is anyone out there? | |
Damn, i' m scared is anyone out there? |