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Cetinski Tony - Therapy lyrics
[Dead Boy]
 Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch
 Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes
 [Esham]
 Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade
 Rumblin with the ace of spade 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 scarin me
 I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me
 Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that
 Once I catch a flashback
 Snap and that's yo ass
 Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga
 How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga
 You gon 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 .45 slug to my mind
 Sometime
 I feel I'm on the flatline
 Man I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]
 [Esham]
 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 playin games with the gunCetinski Tony - Therapy - http://motolyrics.com/cetinski-tony/therapy-lyrics.html
 Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
 I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up
 Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked
 Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop
 To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn
 Once again it's on
 .357 chrome plated to my dome
 Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing
 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 realla my nilla
 Man I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]
 [Esham]
 So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic
 In my maggot brain
 All types 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 wonder why I think this way
 So we all gotta die one fuckin day
 Ain't no way I'ma 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
 Gotta 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'ma ride this suicide this I decide this
 Life I live
 All take no give
 And if I take sum back then I must be wrong
 But dead men don't sing no fuckin songs
 I need some therapy
[Dead Boy talking]








