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Once again I've to getchya Hitchya the razor slitchya UnHoly, niggas to stay up off my dick though Sick though, when I with the wicked rhyme Stickin' it in mind, rewind the Flatline Unload, explode, here's the new Paranoia, do nuttin' for ya Helter skelter, melter, if I feltchya If I die, I'm to Hell, who do ya tell? Run from the Devil, shovel, grave digga How you gonna kill a nigga, if you figure I'm dead? Here's the upside ya head a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk the Flatline
If I'm on the Flatline's, it means I'm to lose my mind Death is the seventh sign, and I'm runnin' outta time, so this I'm a suicidalist, that I ain't afraid to die If I play the game of death, that means I the game to die roulette, get my TOOLy and act a FOOLy Unruly, see me lose my cool G Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, the hammer, and when it slams, God damn, (gunshot) bam
Flatline....Flatline....Flatline....Flatline
Well I walk the Flatlines and I'm to lose my grip Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped my finger tips If I slip I might catch a hole in my head Sceamin' out bloody redrum, for somethin' I um My minds Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo So pressure, I grab my ammo off the dresser I'm shacking, I to tremble but be nimble, My minds starts crashing a cymbal and I'm in To calm me I think I better count to ten but I only it to nine, I did a flat line