Joke

I'm from a cloudy place where the sun don't shine, and the rain don't sleep

Where the freaks run free from the drugs they take 'til they R-I-P

From the land by the sea where the grass is green and the sound stay deep

Bumpin' smells like teen spirit 253 'til I D-I-E

I'm from a cloudy place where the sun don't shine, and the rain don't sleep

Where the freaks run free from the drugs they take 'til they R-I-P

From the land by the sea where the grass is green and the sound stay deep

Bumpin' smells like teen spirit 253 '

I know where you are, I know where you be

I know where you live, now, I know where you sleep

If I catch you at a show, you gon' leave with broken teeth

If I catch you on the road, you gon' get yo' ass beat

Chouris]

[o lt's paint the street red tonight

I got a bad bitch, tag along, ride or die

I'm like death, if it came back to life

And put a knife to yo' neck, this a sacrifice

So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn

I ain't ever tired, you gon' learn

This is why you shouldn't ever play with fire

Get smoked, caught up and choked

Then go grab a ladder, no joke, hang a rope

Kick the stool, it don't matter

Bang, bang, gun go bang, bang for fun

I'm a serious psychopath that's a little undone

A little twisted in the head, I ain't afraid of no one

I'm halfway famous, halfway dead, yeah, I already won

I created my own way, my own fuckin' empire

Fuck a label, you stole from the wrong fuckin' vampire

Tried to suck me dry, now, you catch a case like wildfire

So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn, I ain't ever tired

I'm no criminal, but it's kinda subliminal

He's dead from the lyrical assassination playin' in inside my head

I keep a bullet with your name on it tucked up under the bed

Please, don't make me pull it out, lately, I been seein' red

I know where you are, I know where you be

I know where you live, now, I know where you sleep

If I catch you at a show, you gon' leave with broken teeth

If I catch you on the road, you gon' get yo' ass beat

So let's paint the street red tonight

I got a bad bitch, tag along, ride or die

I'm like death, if it came back to life

And put a knife to yo' neck, this a sacrifice

So burn, burn, let 'em burn, burn

I ain't ever tired, you gon' learn

This is why you shouldn't ever play with fire

Get smoked, caught up and choked

Then go grab a ladder, no joke, hang a rope

Kick the stool, it don't matter

Bang, bang, gun go bang, bang for fun

I'm a serious psychopath that's a little undone

A little twisted in the head, I ain't afraid of no one

I'm halfway famous, halfway dead, yeah, I already won

See, the three things in life that I hate the most

It goes: thieves; deadbeats; and unfaithful hoes

They got three things in common, but they won't ever know

They can't provide for the life that they already wrote

So I lock 'em all up in a blank basement

With a tape recorder labeled "Press play, bitch!"

It's every song I ever bounced, I hope you hate it

I call it " I sinny

: Saw III Playlist"

Fuck you