[Verse 1: Otis]
And I might go in, when the night kicked in
And the moon is lit, and I'm covered in sins
And I wanna confess, but it ain't no preacher to forgive
Guess I gotta live with what I've done
To the ones that wanna betray me
Most of them blind they wanna but can't see
Looking at my shine, they wanna mistake me
For being somebody that give a fuck if they bleed
When I push my knife into someone's life
And it gets me hype, and I feel that death
And I wanna hang onto that high
I'm gonna take it out your flesh
I go way to the right, in the dark in the night
But the haters want me to go left
I just dip to this sick shit, with a quick flick
I could razor blade that neck
I get a rise off shockin' sex, I get a high off poppin' tech's
I wanna die in a gun fight with the police
When I'm not on my Xanax
I wanna kill with no regret, I wanna feel like I'm the shit
I wanna play the hand I get, outside the house in van I sit
With a knife and criminal mind fuck, I can't make my mind up
Break in from the front, or should I sneak in from behind 'em
Police wanna rewind the, CD that is mine 'cause
They believe I do this shit, I've written in my rhyme book, it's true
And I might go in, when the night kicked in
And the moon is lit, and I'm covered in sins
And I wanna confess, but it ain't no preacher to forgive
Guess I gotta live with what I've done
To the ones that wanna betray me
Most of them blind they wanna but can't see
Looking at my shine, they wanna mistake me
For being somebody that give a fuck if they bleed
When I push my knife into someone's life
And it gets me hype, and I feel that death
And I wanna hang onto that high
I'm gonna take it out your flesh
I go way to the right, in the dark in the night
But the haters want me to go left
I just dip to this sick shit, with a quick flick
I could razor blade that neck
I get a rise off shockin' sex, I get a high off poppin' tech's
I wanna die in a gun fight with the police
When I'm not on my Xanax
I wanna kill with no regret, I wanna feel like I'm the shit
I wanna play the hand I get, outside the house in van I sit
With a knife and criminal mind fuck, I can't make my mind up
Break in from the front, or should I sneak in from behind 'em
Police wanna rewind the, CD that is mine 'cause
They believe I do this shit, I've written in my rhyme book, it's true
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