Therapy lyrics

[Intro: Deadboy]
"Yeah, this is muthaf*ckin' Deadboy up in this b*tch! Yo, I got my muthaf*ckin' n*gga Esham! Ready to kick this sh*t for you hoes!"

[Verse 1: Esham]
Walking on the flatlines, fumblin' with the razor blade
Rumblin' with the ace of spades, 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 past
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 n*gga, you gon' kill a dead n*gga
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

[Interlude: Deadboy]
"f*ck it! n*gga all f*cked up in this b*tch! I don't give a f*ck about sh*t! I don't give a f*ck about these dollars, motherf*cker, whaddup!"

[Verse 2: Esham]
I'm havin' 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 a gun
Hope I spit up, get up, throw up, mind blow up
I told my teacher I wanted to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental Glock, got the pus*y hammer c*cked
Tick-tock and you don't stop make the pus*y pop
'Til the break of dawn, 'til the break of dawn
Once again it's on, .357 chrome plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about knowin' what I know
And if you knew me you would know that I be flowin'
Deadboy killa, guerilla, stilla, illa, chilla
I'm going out of my mind on the reala, my nilla
Man I need some therapy
[Interlude: Deadboy]
"Motherf*ckers don't know me, runnin' up in my face and sh*t! b*tch, back the f*ck up! Don't look at me motherf*cker! Whut? n*gga?"

[Verse 3: Esham]
So tell me what you think about the psychadelic
Funkadelic relic, in my maggot brain
All type 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 wonders why I think this way
So we all got to die one f*ckin' 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, eicket mind state
Got a date with death and what's left's my fate
f*ck tomorrow, no sorrow, I live today
And I don't give a f*ck about what you say
I'm going to ride this suicide
This I decide this, life I live, all take no give
And if I take some back then I must be wrong
But dead men don't sing no f*ckin' songs
I need some therapy

[Outro: Deadboy]
"f*ck it! I ain't got no love for b*tches out in this motherf*cker, I ain't got no love for no n*ggas out in this motherf*cker, if I can't see that sh*t, the sh*t ain't real! Ain't no love, motherf*cker, ain't no love out in this motherf*cker! b*tches don't give a f*ck about no n*gga! b*tches not even a b*tch with a baby! n*gga, you get a baby by a b*tch! She don't give a f*ck about you, motherf*cker! f*ck that hoe! Get these dollars, n*gga! These dollars, that's what it's about! Yo, it's that n*gga Deadboy, and I'm out."