[Intro: Deadboy]

Yeah, this is mothafuckin' Deadboy up in this bitch

Yo, I got my muthafuckin' nigga Esham ready to kick this shit 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 nigga? You gon' kill a dead nigga

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]

Fuck it, nigga all fucked up in this bitch

I don't give a fuck about shit!

I don't give a fuck about these dollars, motherfucker…

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 pussy hammer cocked

Tick-tock and you don't stop make the pussy 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]

Motherfuckers don't know me

Runnin' up in my face and shit

Bitch, back the fuck up!

Don't look at me motherfucker… whut nigga?

[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 fuckin' 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

Fuck tomorrow, no sorrow, I live today

And I don't give a fuck 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 fuckin' songs

I need some therapy

[Outro: Deadboy]

Fuck it… I ain't got no love for bitches out in this motherfucker

I ain't got no love for no niggas out in this motherfucker

If I can't see that shit, the shit ain't real

Ain't no love, motherfucker

Ain't no love out in this motherfucker

Bitches don't give a fuck about no nigga

Bitches not even a bitch with a baby

Nigga, you get a baby by a bitch

She don't give a fuck about you, motherfucker!

Fuck that hoe! Get these dollars, nigga…

These dollars, that's what it's about!

Yo, it's that nigga Deadboy, and I'm out!