Esham, Dead Boy - Therapy lyrics

Yeah, this is motherfucking Deadboy
Up in this bitch
Yo, I got my motherfucking nigga Esham
Ready to kick this shit for you hoes

Walking on the flatlines
Fumbling with the razor blade
Rumbling with the ace of spades
Is where the wicket rhymes are made
Sometimes I really feel
Like I just can't deal
With the pressures of life
So I walk around with
The bloody butcher knife
Therapy, man I need some therapy
Cause ain't nobody scaring me
I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me
Slipping it into to darkness
I'm beyond that and past that
Once I catch a flashback
Snap and that's yo ass


Black Devil get a shovel, grave digga
How you figure you going to kill a dead nigga
You going to kill a dead nigga
Bloody body, baby bloody, man I'm nutty
What he thought
Nine dead bodies and I never got caught
Walk the flatlines, man I walk the flatlines
And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines
I don't sniff lines
Forty-Five slug to my mind
Sometime I feel I'm on the flatline
Man I need some therapy

Fuck it nigga all fucked up in this bitch
I don't give a fuck about shit
I don't give a fuck about these dollars
Motherfucker what up

I'm having suicidal thoughts
Brain cells dead from the coma my aroma
Dead body rotten gone but not forgotten
Seems like you forgot man I took one shot
Now I lay me down to sleep body hot, rot
Got no love when I was a toddler
Now I swallow bullets for fun
Playing games with a gun ho I spit up
Get up throw up
Mind blow up
I told my teacher I wanted to be
Like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental Glock
Got the pussy hammer cocked
Tick-tock and you don't stop
Make the pussy pop 'Til the break of dawn
'til the break of dawn once again it's on
Three-Fifty-Seven chrome plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know
About knowing what I know
And if you knew me you would
Know that I be flowing dead boy killa
Guerilla, stilla, illa, chilla
I'm going out of my mind on the reala
My nilla man I need some therapy

Motherfuckers don't know me
Running up in my face and shit
Bitch, back the fuck up
Don't look at me motherfucker what nigga

So tell me what you
Think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic
In my maggot brain
All type of things happen insane
I can't explain how I wonder
Let me take you under with this suicidalist
Ain't afraid to die
Who wonders why I think this way
So we all got to die one fucking day
Ain't no way I'm going to say I love you now
Cause my heart's so cold I don't know how
Now you hate what you create
Wicket mind state got a date with death and
What's left's my fate
Fuck tomorrow, no sorrow i live today
And I don't give a fuck about what you say
I'm going to ride this suicide
This I decide this life I live
All take no give
And if I take some back then I must be wrong
But dead men don't sing no fucking songs
I need some therapy

Fuck it i ain't got no love for
Bitches out in this motherfucker
I ain't got no love for no
Niggas out in this motherfucker
If I can't see that shit, the shit ain't real
Ain't no love, motherfucker
Ain't no love out in this motherfucker
Bitches don't give a fuck about no nigga
Bitches not even a bitch with a baby
Nigga, you get a baby by a bitch
She don't give a fuck about you, motherfucker
Fuck that ho get these dollars, nigga
These dollars, that's what it's about
Yo, it's that nigga Deadboy, and I'm out