| I.... You can catch a buzz off | |
| me from smoking the reazin off my tongue | |
| and disappear in the dark like the smoke in my lungs. | |
| Now will you walk with me, | |
| take a chance when the faces all talk to me, | |
| or when they callin me. | |
| My eyes closed and I can't see | |
| straight, now it's pitch black, | |
| can't breathe and I can't move like a heart attack. | |
| Hung ova, stoned sober, | |
| my last guy crashed and burned so game over. | |
| Control over a parallel you can't even fuck with. | |
| Cast half the spells and burn you in the dark shit | |
| Crossed over with my faith in God, | |
| stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm. | |
| I'm hangin from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up, | |
| in a puddle of blood, monoxide, bitch, what up. | |
| Realm walker through the smoke I come, | |
| drank the gloats with green eyes and sippin on blood. | |
| Chorus: | |
| What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? | |
| I just did it just did it just did it just did. | |
| 4 times | |
| You're starin at a homicidal maniac straight out his biskit, | |
| you never know how deep shit | |
| can get until you're knee deep in it. | |
| So come along and witness things, dark enough to mainstream, | |
| sendin eyes wander through the tunnels | |
| of your blood veins And if yall didn't know ? for hoes, | |
| ain't no love for trolls, | |
| better roll for you get stole on, better, better get gone, | |
| for I grab this axe start hittin your | |
| ass the way I usually hit this bong. | |
| Hit this moist and coochie | |
| when I speak on point like se 'er fuck your 9 millimeter. | |
| Real stupid, your killaz carry an axe | |
| either in our hands or in the haters | |
| back watch em drip like candle wax. | |
| Caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them | |
| and now your homies dead I | |
| think you better call an ambulance. | |
| Talkin that, walkin that, can't nobody | |
| fuck with me but now you're on your back | |
| and labeled just another casualty. | |
| Chorous 4 times | |
| Time is running out for the planet Earth. ???, | |
| you will make it, in society, or out of it. | |
| What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? | |
| Time is running out for the planet Earth. | |
| What if the world couldn't get any worse than this. | |
| You'll make it, in society or out of it. | |
| Comatose (what?) fucked up on drugs, | |
| scatter brain from an infection I got my blood, | |
| monoxide bless the dead up (bitch what), hold it down, | |
| keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground. | |
| My space, my world, and my way, | |
| and I'm a grown-ass man, dog, so bitch don't play ( eat a ?). | |
| My reflection is insanity that's all that I can see, | |
| that's all that I can really truly be (yeah). | |
| Brought up in a world of lies and hypocrites and tension, | |
| where copy cats are waiting | |
| to perpetrate you invention (damn), | |
| so listen up and lend an ear, here, you can borrow mine, | |
| livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow find (hey) | |
| a place where people will understand, | |
| it ain't the chips that make the man, | |
| it's the spirit heart and action. | |
| And you can try and argue with that, | |
| while me and monoxide split this pack of | |
| cigarettes and smoke our lungs black. | |
| Chorus 4 times |
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