Therapy (with Dead Boy)

<br>[Dead Boy]<br>Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch<br>Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes<br>[Esham]<br>Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade<br>Rumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made<br>Sometimes I really feel like<br>I just can`t deal with the pressures of life<br>So I walk around with the bloody butcher knife<br>Therapy,man I need some therapy cause ain`t nobody scarin me<br>I ain`t got no love cause no one cares for me<br>Slippin it into to darkness I`m beyond that and pass that<br>Once I catch a flashback<br>Snap and that`s yo ass<br>Black Devil get a shovel,grave digga<br>How you figure you gon` kill a dead nigga<br>You gon kill a dead nigga<br>Bloody body baby bloody man I`m nutty what he thought<br>Nine dead bodies and I never got caught<br>Walk the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines<br>And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines<br>I don`t sniff lines .45 slug to my mind<br>Sometime<br>I feel I`m on the flatline<br>Man I need some therapy<br>[Dead Boy talking]<br>[Esham]<br>I`m having suicidal thoughts<br>Brain cells dead from the coma<br>My aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten<br>Seems like you forgot<br>Man I took one shot<br>Now I lay me down to sleep body hot rot<br>Got no love when I was a toddler<br>Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun<br>Hope I spit up,get up,throw up,mind blow up<br>I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up<br>Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked<br>Tick tock and ya don`t stop make the pussy pop<br>To the break of dawn,to the break of dawn<br>Once again it`s on<br>.357 chrome plated to my dome<br>Now I know you want to know about knowing what I`m knowing<br>If you knew me you would know that I be flowing<br>Dead boy killa,guerilla stilla illa chilla<br>I`m going out of my mind on the realla my nilla<br>Man I need some therapy<br>[Dead Boy talking]<br>[Esham]<br>So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic<br>In my maggot brain<br>All types of things happen,insane<br>I can`t explain how I wonder let me take you under<br>With this suicidalist ain`t afraid to die<br>Who wonder why I think this way<br>So we all gotta die one fuckin day<br>Ain`t no way I`ma say I love you now<br>Cause my heart`s so cold I don`t know how<br>Now you hate what you create wicket mind state<br>Gotta date with death and what`s left`s my fate<br>Fuck tomorrow no sorrow I live today<br>And I don`t give a fuck about what you say<br>I`ma ride this suicide this I decide this<br>Life I live<br>All take no give<br>And if I take sum back then I must be wrong<br>But dead men don`t sing no fuckin songs<br>I need some therapy<br>[Dead Boy talking]