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(Blaze) My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know And casually throw it all right out the window I return from the beyond again, with a shovel on my shoulder And a photograph of him, from the dark, backwards counter-clockwards, A lot of the words that I said, they went unheard Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt, from this raging retard Riddled with bullet holes, when you're different, that's how it goes I understand, do you? If you were in a situation, that's mine You'd probably go on, pretending everything is fine But that, phony feeling couldn't be further from truth When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit (Chorus 2x) When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth Dirty like the earth, And young bitches that lift skirts To pay college funds, or get they nails done SongtexteWe all human, got to do, what we gotta to do From flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or two Or slapping a trick or three, for imitating a G Rapping in the mirror, while they bumping my LP Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me But you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope (Chorus 4x) When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth A beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids A mortician playing your song upon the organ I'll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammer At this point now the anger is all that really matters Busted the clock, threw the numbers away in my dreams So I'm haunted by new miracle messages, what do they mean? Whatever it is, is probably wrong There's a hole in my head, and thoughts do linger too long And then I get branded as a walking mistake And all I wanted was a piece of the cake, and some ice cream Would a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares? Speaking on deaf ears to people who don't really care We throw it all away in garbage, bring it back Clean it up after the commentary and serve us a track What ever they want they gonna get, that's besides the point Meanwhile many motherfuckers platinum off of club joints And it's all fucked up right now And it's all fucked up right now And it's all fucked up right now When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit (Chorus 4x) When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit That phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth Aus Songtexte Mania