| Remember how good things used to be?
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| (Although I seem. and appear.)
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| Remember how good things everything used to be?
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| (. to the naked eye to be normal.)
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| It used to just be so good
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| It used to just be me and this girl;
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| (. thoughts grow haunted inside my head)
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| Yeah, right. |
| rrright!
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| (. then strike! Pull out my naked eye and with this.
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| My mask of sanity’s about to slip!)
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| Sittin in my room with a razor blade
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| Thinkin all my days are played as much as my single needs to fade away
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| Shoot myself in the arm and start bleedin
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| Don’t wanna go yet, stick a straw in my wound and taste my heart beatin
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| Fuckin bitch left me and I ain’t even peaked yet
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| (Fuck all that noise playboy, this leak’s wet)
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| Smoke a bundle to the face lace my brain and neurons
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| Carvin all my downfalls into my fuckin forearm
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| (Cage snap out of this, it’s just a girl)
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| It’s just the world, it’s just a life, it’s just a rusty Rambo knife
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| Wedged between my ribs scratchin my heart up tonight
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| I’m gonna pull this shit off in front of all my friends
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| Went swimmin under the Brooklyn Bridge tryna catch the bends
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| Didn’t swim deep enough my head imploded ten percent
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| Floated to the surface, the paramedic’s like — what’s this dent?
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| (I want everbody to back up, he’s still alive)
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| I’m a suicidal failure, look my life’s a failure
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| I can’t make it in rap because my birth’s an error
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| Do what I can to catch a quick death
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| But I’m meant to be here and that’s the fuckin hell I live with
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| Took the phone off the hook, ate multi-colored pills
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| Washed it down with Absolut and started writin out my will
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| Give my dawg bootlegs PS2 and DC
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| To my girl who left me when she said, «Pick me or PCP»
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| Since I love to smoke I thought it was a joke
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| Tried to hang myself and I fell free from the rope
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| Broke both my arms, my neck smashed my femur
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| Got up somehow and limped in front of a beamer
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| Cracked my rib cage, look what you did Cage, you’re dying
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| But I’m not dead yet I’m still trying
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| Cut my wrist and walked past some crips bleedin red
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| In hopes that I get shot in the fuckin head
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| I drank a bottle of Jack, sniffed three bottles of kitty
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| In the middle of the freeway walkin to the city
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| So much PCP I changed my name to watermouth
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| Pumpin Masta Ase I walked into a jewish +Slaughtahouse+
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| Throw myself on the hook, now that’s the chorus
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| Got split from my neck to my dick, now that’s what gore is
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| Hollow man look at all my dangling parts
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| Dropping to the gutter with a piece of you in my heart
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| Little piece of shit that I couldn’t fling from my chest
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| Should of stayed alive long enough to kill the fag you’re with
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| But right now, my skin is gettin stripped off
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| Each one of my limbs is ripped off covered in thick sauce
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| My head hits the conveyer, I’m not thick and a prayer is sick
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| I’m wacthin a movie at Loewe’s alone and you suckin some guy’s dick
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| Six seconds left when I die I’m gonna find her
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| On some Poltergeist shit while my face goes through the grinder |