Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Therapy , by - Esham. Song from the album Closed Casket, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 18.08.2008
Record label: Warlock
Song language: English
Therapy |
| Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade |
| Rumblin with the ace of spade 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 pass 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 |
| I’m having 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 the gun |
| Hope I spit up, get up, throw up, mind blow up I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked |
| Tick tock and ya don’t stop make the pussy pop |
| To the break of dawn, to the break of dawn |
| Once again it’s on |
| .357 chrome plated to my dome |
| Now I know you want to know about knowing what I’m knowing |
| If you knew me you would know that I be flowing |
| Dead boy killa, guerilla stilla illa chilla |
| I’m going out of my mind on the realla my nilla |
| Man I need some therapy |
| So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic |
| In my maggot brain |
| All types 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 wonder why I think this way |
| So we all gotta 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 wicket mind state |
| Gotta 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’ma ride this suicide this I decide this |
| Life I live |
| All take no give |
| And if I take sum back then I must be wrong |
| But dead men don’t sing no fuckin songs |
| I need some therapy |