Well I was sleepin' dreamin' my own death I'm a cat with nine lives, but none left I hear word after word after word again I find myself prayin' on my knees Amen Cold sweat off my head onto my pillow At night in my sleep I weep like a willow I'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some Everytime I close my it gets rougher in The cold smotherin' every sister and brother in Another murder, but red rum I heard of when I'm thinkin' of drinkin' Some red rum 13 ways bedlam say I'm a problem you'll die if you follow me I'm like so come and swallow me Locked in your mind, a rhyme and I busted But when I start wicked shit you can't trust it Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y you're blind Some say I'm the devil, but it's really all in head And they say I play I roll over and play dead
A funky, funky is what I got A is what I'm not Boomin' words from hell is hot, dissin' me will get you Esham affiliate of Reel Production All the dissin' me, fuck 'em 'Cause my homicidal vital is still said And when I the dead the I play dead And I'm not and then I knock 'em out 'Cause me on a record ain't what it's all about Motherfuckers wanna up and then they dumb up So get to the gat and put the fuckin' up how you figure you was bigger than a giant Tryin' to diss the undissable so tryin' a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybag You do it like me? Let your words drag You're bound to catch 17 in the So you better fake or play dead
You put the mic in the hands then you get me A nigga hooked on A-C-I-D I can't go to at night, I get hyped See you dance with the devil in the holy light Wouldn't give a fuck if my records sell 'Cause I'm goin' to hell Pattie Labelle Florence Nightingale, on ale The devil's in the soup as the swap tails Can't my soul as I was told Dropped school at 16 years old The mic is in my hand, the is on my tip Niggaz wanna know am I a or a crypt Don't push me I'm close to the edge Playin' Russian with a gun to my head nose grade me one peace a lead So if I win I guess I can't play