[Verse 1 - Mane Rok]
Toes slip to the tip quick So pissed that I risked it
Hindsights twenty twenty don’t trip in this instant
Satisfaction that’s my passion focused to get lit
Peek over where the sidewalk ends, take a sniff kid
Put that boom in your trunk, quench that elephant thirst
Disasterous, naw just one hell of a flirt
Can’t tell if it works, still enveloped with hurt
Already fell from heavens grace so to hell with the earth I
Johnny Cash checks-walk the dotted line
Satans preying and waiting, but it’s not my time
Rolled dollars in my nose coins dot my eyes
Avoid crossing the t’s, you know cops and swine
Spot the signs seen thru the window pane
Eyes blind inside dying shit’s so strange
On the verge the views voice spits your name
Only choice to back off like it’s no thing

[Chorus - Cuts]
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
I'm trying not to lose my head

[Verse 2 - Deca]
Full moon fever’s in effect there’s teeth marks in the preacher's neck
Animal instincts are too hard to keep in check
I slow dance with death but can’t keep in step
I ain’t leaving yet the vibes to sick when we connect
That LIFE Crew shit, getting Eiffel tower high
And looking down on the scene like the pupil in a cowards eye
Slanging devil’s snow, plentiful chemicals
With centerfold looking mami’s all on my genitals tenticles
Reaching out I’m trying to see what she’s about
I leave the house around the witching hour that’s when all the freaks come out
But the ox breeds a different kind of beast
That hates giving head but loves sucking off the time realease
I’m surrounded by foulness the wildest
Only concerned with the right now is childish
Got carried away with the carbon-monox
But the more emotion I put into it the harder I rock
[Chorus - Cuts]
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
I'm trying not to lose my head

[Verse 3 - InkLine]
I got a taste for living on the edge like nobodies business
Hard headed, set in my ways call ‘em addictions
Hit up the hedonist for technical support
A little pride to swallow, and self-esteem to snort
Fighting an inner-battle, in turn eternal war
The devils got my soul what will he return it for (I dunno)
I’m trying to get my game up, it’s my turn to score
But for some reason love’s seeing me burned and scorched
Too many times too close to being a tragedy
Sick in the mind trying to justify my strategy
But my addictive personality is challenging
Practically back to back casualty’s acurately
Blow out my birthday candles and I make a (death wish)
Know how to really make the best of being helpless
Tune out exes calling me selfish
Practice my sales pitch to sell tix to hells pit

[Chorus - Cuts]
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge
Don’t push me
Don’t push me
I'm trying not to lose my head