A rap song i wrote
Ayo,
buckle up for the story
of gore n' fore we
jump into that, context or lore will fully
be included or it'll be folly...
chorus:
He's in a strange place
He's dead, inside
He's a deadweight (×2)
Look, this is the story of a maniac
panic attacks, and toxins in his regular
petty acts
He listens to fetty wap, W.A.P.
And wraps stuff in phillys no place for relapse
Lets say his name is woody with that buzz
rustic, lust and fuzzy attitude, huzz
but once hes into that smoke he goes nuts
forgets that he has a daughter and a wife
that he batters up
he rattles up pills
like frogstickin'
but he doesn't know
thats hes up with peril
nitpickin' like Eustace
with Murial
oil ditchin'
like lost...
in old thickets
chorus:
He's in a strange place,
He's dead, inside
He's a deadweight (×2)
I am wasted
braindead, heedless
hairline receded like my whole life
beated
I wish life was repeated
but now its too late
I'm already slept on
I'm countin' my days,
bills,
wish,
they were erased
There he goes,
he back at it again
its not your fault woody,
its the influences
You were imprudent
Now you cant stop
Your life is fucked up
Like gettin' eaten
by magg - gots
you half - assed faggot
a few furlongs away from your death...
chorus:
He's in a strange place
He's dead, inside
He's a deadweight (×4)