| Lyrics: | [Chorus]
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline,
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline,
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline,
Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Once it's gonna come and
getchya
Hitchya with the razor slitchya
UnHoly, niggas need to stay up off my dick
though
Sick though, when I hitchya with the wicked rhyme
Stickin' it in your mind, rewind
the Flatline
Unload, explode, here's the new episode
Paranoia, can't do nuttin for
ya
Helter skelter, mind melter, if I feltchya
If I die, I'm goin to Hell, who do ya
tell?
Run from the Devil, gotta shovel, gravedigga
How you gonna kill a dead nigga, if you
figure I'm dead?
Here's the oops upside ya head
Here's a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk
the Flatline
[Chorus]
If I'm on the Flatline's, it means I'm 'bout to lose my
mind
Death is the seventh sign, and I'm runnin' outta time, so check this
I'm a suicidalist,
that means I ain't afraid to die
If I play the game of death, that means I play the game to
die
Russian roulette, hit my two and reenact the fooly
Unruly, you'll see me lose my cool
G
Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, click
Cock the hammer, and when it slams, God
damn, (gunshot)
bam
[Chorus]
Flatline....Flatline....Flatline....Flatline
Well I walk the
Flatlines and I'm 'bout to lose my grip
Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped around my finger
tips
If I slip then I might catch a hole in my head
Sceamin' out bloody redrum, for somethin
I said um
My minds goin Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo-acap |
