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We be doing murder everyday We be good enough to get away You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door Until your melon hit the floor and roll away How can I stop myself from murdering your neck Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check as soon as it's gone I'm gonna kill And that was my last refill god dammit I drink lithium and I don't even know what it is only reason you diss me is because you want a sip Every time I drink it I piss out a laser and cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser I'ma do time I assume I bitch slapped the judge right out his own court room then I took the bench and sentenced myself eternal happiness and good health motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker I represent the hatchet I see you eye ball looking at me I'ma snatch it and whip it to the garbage can down the hall then kick you in the ass as you search and crawl for it We be doing murder everyday We be good enough to get away You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door Until your melon hit the floor and roll away You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this I never really thought about how horrible it really is laying in a coffin in a pine black box the only sound being that of my heart if I'm alive But I've got no pulse of ever breath for days I remember the crash and after that it's a haze but I do recall the funeral them lowering me in it was about that time when my soul kicked back in I tried to move my fingers or somethin got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shoveling I'm fucked it's been a least two weeks but I don't keep time I just lay here motionless in this rotting body of mine I tried fantasy realms a