Therapy Lyrics - Closed Casket - Esham

[Dead Boy] 

Yeah, this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this bitch 

Yo, got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick this shit for you hoes 

[Esham] 

Walkin on the flatlines fumblin with the razor blade 

Rumblin with the ace of spade is where the wicket rhymes are made 

Sometimes I really feel like 

I just can't deal with the pressures of life 

So I walk around with the bloody butcher knife 

Therapy, man I need some therapy cause ain't nobody scarin me 

I ain't got no love cause no one cares for me 

Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and pass that 

Once I catch a flashback 

Snap and that's yo ass 

Black Devil get a shovel, grave digga 

How you figure you gon' kill a dead nigga 

You gon kill a dead nigga 

Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he thought 

Nine dead bodies and I never got caught 

Walk the flatlines, man I walk the flatlines 

And dead body chalk lines make me walk lines 

I don't sniff lines .45 slug to my mind 

Sometime 

I feel I'm on the flatline 

Man I need some therapy 

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[Dead Boy talking] 

[Esham] 

I'm having suicidal thoughts 

Brain cells dead from the coma 

My aroma dead body rotten gone but not forgotten 

Seems like you forgot 

Man I took one shot 

Now I lay me down to sleep body hot rot 

Got no love when I was a toddler 

Now I swallow bullets for fun playin games with the gun 

Hope I spit up, get up, throw up, mind blow up 

I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I grow up 

Now I got a mental block got the pussy hammer cocked 

Tick tock and ya don't stop make the pussy pop 

To the break of dawn, to the break of dawn 

Once again it's on 

.357 chrome plated to my dome 

Now I know you want to know about knowing what I'm knowing 

If you knew me you would know that I be flowing 

Dead boy killa, guerilla stilla illa chilla 

I'm going out of my mind on the realla my nilla 

Man I need some therapy 

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[Dead Boy talking] 

[Esham] 

So tell me what you think about the psychadelic funkadelic relic 

In my maggot brain 

All types of things happen, insane 

I can't explain how I wonder let me take you under 

With this suicidalist ain't afraid to die 

Who wonder why I think this way 

So we all gotta die one fuckin day 

Ain't no way I'ma say I love you now 

Cause my heart's so cold I don't know how 

Now you hate what you create wicket mind state 

Gotta date with death and what's left's my fate 

Fuck tomorrow no sorrow I live today 

And I don't give a fuck about what you say 

I'ma ride this suicide this I decide this 

Life I live 

All take no give 

And if I take sum back then I must be wrong 

But dead men don't sing no fuckin songs 

I need some therapy 

[Dead Boy talking]