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Bizarre- Intro |
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Dear Brenda, |
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This letter goes out to you and my kids, |
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Pray for me, |
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Cause' I'll see y'all again one day, |
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Let you know, |
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Daddy loves you. |
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Chorus (King Gordy) |
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I just lost my job my wife is gone I cant go home no more, |
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oh this life's too hard where are you god, your child is coming home, |
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Lord I've tried to stay but there's no way I can fight carry on, |
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If i die today please find a way to keep my family strong, |
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I am gone. |
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Verse 1 (Swifty McVay) |
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I'm a soldier that's been haunted by Satan, |
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I'm gonna hold a Calibur straight to my cranium, |
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Created as the angriest baby since Damien, |
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I'm grown and my family hate me, psychopathic majorly, |
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Drama persona, spirit Bio-hazard, |
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I create Bastards caskets for grandads, |
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A ??? seedless hospital??? |
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the child of a wild family, dark cloud on top of the roof, |
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There's nothing to lose, cabinet full of booze, |
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And 2's that get rid of who don't understand my views, |
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The news destroy me, not trusted, |
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a null employee, busted from holding a gun to the customer, |
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They must got an APB and I been beating my wife twice as much since she seen me on TV, |
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An outcast, that's haunted because my past done had it, |
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so when you gonna cap my Ass Mother***** |
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(Chorus) |
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Verse 2 (Bizarre) |
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Heroin Addict, crack heads gone wild, |
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2 years using, 2 years in denial, |
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??? straight from the drug centre, timberlands, yellow thong in the middle of winter, |
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like where the F*** am I going? |
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Who knows its snowing, |
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2 days from now my girl will be out here hoeing, |
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for my little girls birthday I promised her a bike, |
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but I also promised myself a pint, |
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cant see me, ain't washed my ass in a week, |
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I smell like feet, face full of Taco meat, |
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I ain't F***** my wife, since our wedding night, |
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viagras, cant even give me a hard pipe, |
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F*** it, give me a F***** long knife, |
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in 2 minutes, I'll take my own f***** life, |
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leave my fishing rods to my son and my car to my girl and F*** it, |
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I'm a say goodbye to the world. |
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(Chorus) |
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Verse 3 (Kuniva) |
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Yo, I'm life F*** the jokes I need revenue, |
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So when I Hail, (get the F*** down) |
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that's what you better do, |
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I didn't want to resort to bringing out the guns, |
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or breaking in your savings wiping out all of your funds, |
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but I'm a dollar away from being homeless, |
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so late night I'm drunk and roaming mouth foaming (grrr) |
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I ain't seen my kids in years, |
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my wife left somewhere between the coke, grief and beer, |
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now that I'm stuck staying in hotels with rats and roaches, |
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you eating a steak and I'm stealing cakes from hostess (I'm out) |
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Man I'll be damned if I be out on these streets, |
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Watching mo'F***** riding round laughing at me, |
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I'm a strong arm a school teacher, |
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stick up a few preachers, (uhh) |
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Jack you for two pizzas, (give me that) |
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Give me some new sneakers, |
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I stuck the wrong kid he pulled out a few heaters, |
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i hear a voice calling me I hope its you Jesus. |
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(Chorus) |
