Life Is Bloody Rehab

[Verse 1: Brooks Buford]
I'll beat your lyric to a bloody incoherent mess
My chronicles of stress ain't no less than loveless
Our posse smashing in like Oxy 10 maximum strength
Benzoyl peroxide, wonder why the man must hide your face
Rugged like Marlboro or tar factor on lungs
Choking more emcees than emphysema, putting brains on Iceland
Dialing call blocked names will only irk me
If you rift you shall sleep under banks of oceanic earth
My manic sense, sediments of insane secretions
I need dietary supplements, I'm getting fatter every season
Dying only to resuscitate, check the cardiograph
I walk the path of the heart of wraith
Sleeping every other day (Every other day)
Sticking push pins in foreheads, erections, and clitorae
Shaky shit like the washer and dryer
Flyer than 18 inches of chrome on some wire rims trimmed with rubber band tires
Fuck around, get full wit' bullets of a literature nature
What I say get through you like lasers, open they arteries like razors
Take the stun off them phasers, put them shits on extinction
You lounging up in your Lincoln drinking, I'm thinking vapor

[Hook Danny Boone]
Keep me from my visions
Indecision, prison it's in me
All I see is painful memories
Life is Bloody...