I'm always ready to die but you're killing me My demise, I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny, I fold, but they keep on coming Gone, I couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree They say who murdered three Where dead man called out For his love to flee

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Are they drunk down below? Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night

Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'

Born to lose Hear your thunder Still feeding back The man in black The iron horse rolls on and on and on Still hear your thunder

(Where'd I go wrong?) The one and only day has come I'll pay for all the bad things I've done In the dark side (Bring on the panic, the un-controlling manic Suffocate the dreams in my mind Drown the thoughts that have me confined Murder dreams as black

Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep Up above in my head, instead of going under Instead of going under Instead of going under again Maybe we're just trying to hard When really it's closer than it is too far The faster we're falling, We're

I'm bound to kill by the murderer's pact Coercion and threats Made their demands Held the past over my head One mistake has made me their tool Blackmailing a means to the end, I'm forced into the pact Is this what I am?

Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still