I Confess

Yo the scene's a dead buzz
I'm a comb in dreds stuck
I'm fucking heads up like a nitrous headrush
I won't respect much til I drop like River Phoenix in front of Depp's club
I burn whatever paper my pen touch
Bed bugs, send slugs
Hot like a Chinese fire massage get your chest rubbed
You're a dead duck
I chef up flows like a wolf pack pulling a sled stuck
It's hard being half conscious trying to get up
Slipped on a puddle where I puked my meds up
Where the check stub
I'm such a downer I could set suns
Okay I'll fess up
I'm in my shrinks appointment, prostitute head in the red Corvette trunk

Covered in their blood I ran to tell
The payphone write it down, stop me I can't myself
The plan is hell, I can't control it, I can't get help
I confess to murder, I think I'm gonna hang myself
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And you can burn in hell, birds can yell
Two autos blow dry perms to gel
A paid murk, bullets of sherm repelled
In a black Plymouth equipped with flax
Dutch spliff, crumble piff dip it in liquid
Hit it pass, flick the ash
Hit it last, clip it, grip the mag
I'm lifted, gloves, fitted snap
My clique in ballistic masks
Cling to the dead bodies, detail after I sit and splash

(Hook)

See what the dust do, I'll son you
Razor blade under the tongue shoot
Run over your head give you a sunroof
Let some sun through
With my hands around her neck my eyes scream I love you
Turning a mud blue
And face to face I slide in the kitchen night
Set fire to the crib with you and your wife tied to the crib, with the kid inside
Green River side
In the fridge livers die
Sneak in your girl's crib, kill her and live my life
I hate to floss the posh's pussy
They say Satan is trying to get Gore to book me
Dust sacks fatter than fortune cookies
Four fifth push weaves
All this bush league crap
My orphans cooked out sporting hoodies

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