Kronik Bagz
10-08-2004, 05:02 AM
im a psychopathic skitzofrentic,
alwayse lookin over my shoulder in a panic,
manic-depressant but all these fuckers sayin im satanic,
just because i have fantasies of death,
about people who deserve it finaly layin to rest,
dont call me a freak i know u all do to,
im just tha one with enough ballz to say its true,
and if u do to well than tell people like i do,
it makes me feel betta to express myself,
to explain my ways and my dreams of wealth,
in school i was tought i could be whatever i want,
but in reality im just another dead body waiting to rot,
constantly i get got, fucken cought,
im tired of these cops,
livin by the gun and fearin the cell,
ever shellz got a different story to tell,
a futer to live,
another hater to send to hell,
soo my pistol iz your airport,
my hallowpoints are tha plain,
a one way ticket to hell iz on your way,
a tenth of a second seems like an eternity before BANG,
and before a blink its crackin tha skull and penetratin tha brain,
seen it too many times inside my mind to stay sain,
shirts with blood stains,
every thing in my life iz a reminder of the game,
this game to which i cant escape,
as much as i say i hate it, i love puttin to shame all these fakes,
u say im a pussy cause i carry a gun,
say ill never last because only fakes alwayse strap,
bitch, ill straight up tell u,
i carry thiz shit to get jobs done fast
alwayse lookin over my shoulder in a panic,
manic-depressant but all these fuckers sayin im satanic,
just because i have fantasies of death,
about people who deserve it finaly layin to rest,
dont call me a freak i know u all do to,
im just tha one with enough ballz to say its true,
and if u do to well than tell people like i do,
it makes me feel betta to express myself,
to explain my ways and my dreams of wealth,
in school i was tought i could be whatever i want,
but in reality im just another dead body waiting to rot,
constantly i get got, fucken cought,
im tired of these cops,
livin by the gun and fearin the cell,
ever shellz got a different story to tell,
a futer to live,
another hater to send to hell,
soo my pistol iz your airport,
my hallowpoints are tha plain,
a one way ticket to hell iz on your way,
a tenth of a second seems like an eternity before BANG,
and before a blink its crackin tha skull and penetratin tha brain,
seen it too many times inside my mind to stay sain,
shirts with blood stains,
every thing in my life iz a reminder of the game,
this game to which i cant escape,
as much as i say i hate it, i love puttin to shame all these fakes,
u say im a pussy cause i carry a gun,
say ill never last because only fakes alwayse strap,
bitch, ill straight up tell u,
i carry thiz shit to get jobs done fast