and disappear in the dark like the smoke in my lungs,
now will you walk with me, take a chance when tyhe faces all talk to me,
or whne they callin me,
my eyes closed and I can't see straight, now it's pitch black,
can't breathe, and I can't move like a heart attack,
hung ova, stoned sober, my last guy crashed and burned so game over,
control over a parallel you can't even fuck with,
cast half the speels and burn you with the dark shit,
crossed over with my faith in God,
stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm,
I'm hanging from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up,
in a puddle of blood, monoxide, whats up,
realm walker through the smoke I come,
drank the ?? with green eyes and sippin blood,
(Chorus X4)
What if the world couldn't get any worse than this?
It just did, it just did, it just did,it just did.
you starin at a homicidal maniac straight out the biskit,
you never know how deep shit can get until you're knee deep in it,
so come alond and witness things, dark enough the mainstream,
sendin eyes wander through the tunnel of your blood veins,
and if ya'll didn't know ?? for the hoes, ain't no love for trolls,
better roll before you get stolen, better better get some,
for I grab this axe and start hittin your ass the way I usually hit this bong,
hit this moist coochy when I speak, on the point like se'er fuck your 9 millimeter,
real stupid, your killaz carry and axe,
either in their hands or in their haters back, watch it drip like candle wax,
caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them,
and now your homie's dead I think you better call an ambulence,
thalkin that walkin that can't nobody fuck with me,
and now you're on your back labeled just another causality,
(Chorus X4)
comatose, fucked up on drugs,
scatter brain from an infection that I got in my lungs,
monoxide bless the dead up, hold it down,
keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground,
my space, my world, and my way,
and I'm a grown ass man dog, so bitch don't play,
my reflection is insanity that's all that I can see,
that's all that I can really truly be,
brought up in a world of lies, hypocrites, and tension,
where copy cats are waiting to perpatrate your invention,
so listen you and lend an ear, hear I'll let you borrow mine,
livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow will still find,
a place where people wil understand, that it's not the chips that make the man,
its hte spirit heart and action,
you can try toy argue with that,
while me and monoxide split htis pack of cigarettes and smoke our lungs black,
(Chorus X4)