| Lyrics: | Let me see your throught thing there buddy, I'ma Chop it, see the idea is to
make
you die
-(Stop it)- I dont know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to
cut you off at the wind
pipe desperately -(Like, how about cuttin' your own
neck)- I did, seventen times, why you think
i talk like this? Before i cut
myself This Was My Voice now gimme your neck pipe, you dont
have no fuckin'
choice -(Im not ready to die)- neither was Easy -E, whut makes you so fuckin'
special you can escape the wrath -(You mean the Wraith) - I said Wraith, now
shut the fuck
up, and wind pipe so I can cut that mother fucker -(Pick
somebody else) - Im pickin' anybody i
can find, and you happen to be the next
mother fucker in line -(Ok let's do it) - Keep still
right there and about 1,
2, 3 of those mother fuckers i'm outta here
Let me make the
pain be gone I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB
Its like Murdering be giving me a calm I need ta
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. Let me
make the pain be gone I wanna STAB, STAB, STAB Its like Murdering
be
giving me a calm I need ta (Ah ha... Whut kind of circus is this)
How you gonna
give me a straight jacket when Im crooked? Took it and shook it,
ripped it and unzipped it and
waited for the nurse guy to bring me my tray,
jumped him from behind and turned his head
backwards my way, took all his keys
and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped
out the window, Then
i turned around and went back inside, once i realized i could of grabbed a
gang
of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another fuckin' gaurd shot me, I played the whole
movie
shit off like |
