[Intro: Deadboy]
"Yeah, this is muthafuckin' Deadboy up in this bitch! Yo, I got my muthafuckin' n***a Esham! Ready to kick this shit for you hoes!"

[Verse 1: Esham]
Walking on the flatlines, fumblin' with the razor blade
Rumblin' with the ace of spades, 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 past
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 n***a, you gon' kill a dead n***a
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

[Interlude: Deadboy]
"Fuck it! N***a all fucked up in this bitch! I don't give a fuck about shit! I don't give a fuck about these dollars, motherfucker, whaddup!"

[Verse 2: Esham]
I'm havin' 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 a gun
Hope I spit up, get up, throw up, mind blow up
I told my teacher I wanted to be like Hitler when I grow up
Now I got a mental Glock, got the pussy hammer cocked
Tick-tock and you don't stop make the pussy pop
'Til the break of dawn, 'til the break of dawn
Once again it's on, .357 chrome plated to my dome
Now I know you want to know about knowin' what I know
And if you knew me you would know that I be flowin'
Deadboy killa, guerilla, stilla, illa, chilla
I'm going out of my mind on the reala, my nilla
Man I need some therapy
[Interlude: Deadboy]
"Motherfuckers don't know me, runnin' up in my face and shit! Bitch, back the fuck up! Don't look at me motherfucker! Whut? N***a?"

[Verse 3: Esham]
So tell me what you think about the psychadelic
Funkadelic relic, in my maggot brain
All type 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 wonders why I think this way
So we all got to 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, eicket mind state
Got a 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'm going to ride this suicide
This I decide this, life I live, all take no give
And if I take some back then I must be wrong
But dead men don't sing no fuckin' songs
I need some therapy

[Outro: Deadboy]
"Fuck it! I ain't got no love for bitches out in this motherfucker, I ain't got no love for no n***as out in this motherfucker, if I can't see that shit, the shit ain't real! Ain't no love, motherfucker, ain't no love out in this motherfucker! Bitches don't give a fuck about no n***a! Bitches not even a bitch with a baby! N***a, you get a baby by a bitch! She don't give a fuck about you, motherfucker! Fuck that hoe! Get these dollars, n***a! These dollars, that's what it's about! Yo, it's that n***a Deadboy, and I'm out."