What I'm Feelin' Lyrics - What I'm Feelin' - Anthony Hamilton

The drugs keepin me high 

I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in sight 

The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die 

I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin 

Feelin endevoured I'm still alive 

Killers who cut throats the only ones that survive 

The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die 

I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin 

I'm sick like hotel beds 

And gettin head 

In a motel where 

My ex-girls in the corner dead 

The coroner said it was an overdose 

So I cut his throat and left him for dead 

I slide him over home 

I'm a stoner with his motor blown 

And I get high over leavin wack mcee's comatose 

You ain't shit you suck 

So what you got your vitals mixed up 

J hand me the bitch so I can pump this shit up like training day 

I'm holdin the real killers who walk and never run away 

Put your fuckin gun away 

'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day 

I ain't happy I'm the other way 

Stayin mad as fuck and always lookin to retaliate 

So if you wondering why I magigate 

Just refer to the real definition of assassinate 

Here we go and were takin it back to basics 

We make a mark and you marks try to erase it 

We take dilemma and usually we embrace it 

We were born in chaos with carnival faces 

Hows that for odd 

Sent here to eliminate false profits and DemiGods of statistics 

Mediums, moguls and spreaders of the falseness 

With they heads lopped off and bodies tied to crosses 

Followers have been exposed 

With overactive temperal lobes 

Up in they dome 

No indiviuality more clones on the production line 

Manufacture and faximilated rhymes for the twelfth time 

Thirteen's synonomous with the oddity's 

Stay hungry for flesh like the piranha be 

Killer tryin to dishonor me 

Nothin is sacred in a dead economy 

So bury me deap where the haters will never bother me 

They got a problem with us and the way we tellin it 

Not a statistic refuse to be irrelevent 

Disorted in sick shit 

Ooze from every element 

You can blame it on my soul but the music be compelling it 

To do the type of shit to make you feel it when you hear it 

Musical ducktape 

To patch the holes in your spirt 

No jump on fate 

And stay buzz wordy while your shit's on clearance