CHOURUS:
tree to rope. rope to neck. neck to body. body to ground. we insane~
BLANK to mic. mic to CD. CD To stereo. stereo to sound. we insane~
bullet to clip. clip to gun. gun to head. no body found. we insane~
van to road. road to kid. kid to van. hostage bound. we insane~

got mad broke a rod off a pegged leg chair~
end result resulted in blood stained hair~
dug a hole in the forest. the body lies there~
eyes still open lookin with a blank stare~
while the blood puddles. warping the abused chair~
when asked about it i act like dont no. but do care~
you can search the house till the place is stripped bare~
just ignore the bloody footprints leadin upstairs~
and forget bout the bloody gloves. i got 3 pairs~
and those stained curtians in the tub. just leave em there~
and the gun in the drower aint mine officer. i swear~
besides. i was outside all day. in a lawn chair~
drawin blueprints for my secret underground lair~
while sippin lemonade. breathin in the fresh air~
with my best friend. a transvestite named clair~
sittin for four hours straight. playin solitare~
ok fine. i did kill her. but it was a double dogg dare~
here. give her family my lunch money. cause thats all im willin ta spare~

CHOURUS ( 2X )

this shyts crazy~
like a lately. premature baby~
in a wheelchair tryin ta chase me~
with no legs tryin ta race me~
while the doctor video tapes me~
two days later i showed up at the hospital with a 45 calliber colt~
and the other two hundred and twenty-five members of my cult~
tried to shoot her but the bullet hit the wheelchair~
then it bounced off the wall and took the left side of my hair~
now i was pissed. clenched up two fists. and knocked her out that wheel chair~
drug her down the hall to roll her down the top floor stairs~
then i was in court 3 months later. now the jury had ta vote~
somehow the judge says drugs caused the result~
like the time aleins told me to empty the bank vault~
and when i tried to sell kokain to the pope~
and tied the neighbors dog to a tree with some rope~
plus the time i drilled holes in ya boat~
then sent your dead family a pissed on sympothy note~
my morning breakfasts laced with PCP and coke~
so the judge let me off with mental instability~
figured there was no sense in killin me~
kause im gunna get caught again when asked to fill the cup with pee~
but come one man. you gotta have some sympothy~
my brains rotted out from this hip-hop R&B~
maybe if i ask nice. hell think twice. and let the charges drop off of me~
but wouldnt wait for it. no sense in holdin my breath~
but if he dose lock me up i cant get blamed if someone else hapeens to beat him to death~

CHOURUS ( 2X )

just some stupid shyt. im new to the site so let me no what ya think?

-"BLANK"