help me! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! in the casket, buried six feet deep help me!! C'mon a journey with me into the land of the dead Through the voices and mangled bodies and severed heads Children all there pray together, seeking out the light After death will there be suffocating, self inflicted torture, severe pain Why does everybody think that when you die you go to Heaven When you die you go to Hell or when you die your system fails I'm living proof the dead can walk the Juggalo to party store Body mutilated, lined in chalk, cuz I sit before I talk Nevermind the consequences, 11 years I had no fences Here we go with no remorse, fans come with deadly force After, check the course, we the dead, we roam the ea
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Charlie Brown please don't come around because you're weed is dodo brown and it smells like the ground. Your still my homie, but with that weed you don't know me. When i inhale this, the stalness creeps up on me. Charlie.
I love weed, specialy when it gets me gasping, coughing up a lounge from that pasion. Grasping on the life with every hit that i take. When i'm high is the only time i feel awake. Roll it up. Bags on resurve is what i desurve. No joke i gots to smoke it calms my nurves, and if charlie was around i garente a tradgedy, from his dirt, brown weed makes heads start to hurt.Call me a high on red eyed zombi, smelling like old kanta twist a pinetree, and fuck smokey my names big inhale, and i'm known to take it down to the tail, you know what i mean. Rezy res build up on my fingernail. Clam bake inside the soundproof lotus pod cell. lettin out when i'm blessed again, so pass it back and let me get another hit big smoker.
Charlie charlie you're weed is so sorry, you mu
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(Chorus) What's with the self-inflicted pain? (I can't help it!) How come everytime I see you around you act strange? (I can't help it!) Why do you trip at the sight of a hater? (I can't help it!) And then slit they throat with a rusty ass razor? (I can't help it!)
As I sit back and think 'bout what to do next I start to reminisce about my life and shit Like how I came from the streets Was raised by the streets That's why I give love and I'll die for the streets I really can't help how I feel And I can give two fucks to know how to deal With the pain and anger, stress, emotions I just roll a blunt, light it up and start smokin' Sometimes I feel like I'm losin' it And start blastin' at phones and shit That's why I'm fully equipped with the hollowtip, so bitches don't slip
I can't help all the things I do (I can't help it!) I go
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I will always keep my shit, underneath the surface Because the way i flow, the mainstream don't deserve this I'm set out to break backs on tracks, and scratch on all records that you spit on wax I'm a crazy motherfucker with pride And I got enough wisdom to keep my soul alive So grab a mic and lemme see if it shine Cuz' it's time to make this whole world mine, all mine
Everytime I see these people They always just stop and stare Like I don't belong in this place So they say that it's not fair I can't understand this drama That the Earth brings down on me So let me take you through my mind Look in my eyes, follow me
Tell me, what's going on and drop these bombs on you Tell me, what's going on and drop these bombs on you
I'm gonna tell you why I'm dropping bombs Because I'm sick and fuckin' tired of seeing fire alarms Little explosions, marshmal
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(Repeat x2) Do I really wanna see so clear even though I know bad things might appear Tell me that it's not a waste of time To ride around and stare up here to try and clear my mind
I was asked this question, not too far back "Did you ever think that you would be where you at?" Small child, state of mind, knew I would plus the sound of the drum from the wind felt good Place and time, though, it showed me gave a scrub mad love, now we all family No backs, never, I won't turn don't act like my soul ain't concerned about, if you like me, if you hate me, when I die, will they take me someone tell me if I see you all another day Like I never would be flippin' the script with these livewire lips that ignite with spit
(Chorus) I'm writing this as if it was my last Thank you for the memories and times we had (2 Whom This May Concern) 2 Whom This Ma
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