Brain Dead - Project Deadman

In my dreams I got visions of dead bodies decomposin

Chokin from the smoke from the blast of the explosives

Plastic detonations all my dreams are dramatic

From the womb to the casket my mental thoughts are eratic

A 9 mm shot will send your ass to hell

Rigamortis in the church while they ringin the bell

PDM in this bitch on top of the game

Wannabes tryin to be dissin all they claim to fame

It’s all the same in the wicked shit but ain’t nobody wicked

Bitches sellin out like a Superbowl ticket

Mother fuckers rise it’s time for a new era

Player hatin faggots got you runnin like Mascara

I look into my eyes and see my brain is dead

Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red

I take more caps and stems and think that I can fly

I take more pills in hopes that one day I will die

Will I ever break up out of these chains

Of this life of this world of the pain I maintain

And every motherfucker walkin on this earth cannot be trusted

Demons are screamin as bullets get busted

See so many things in my mind envision homicide

Crimes from different times pathological lies

Mankind’s ties to the dark and mysterious

The wicked shit for life my friend is very serious

The streets are listenin

Better watch your back from those dissin decisions

Watch what you say

The vengeance of bullets will hit you some day

Watch where you go Don’t be caught slippin at places you don’t know

Everyone dies

Hell’s flames ignite when you’re dead close your eyes

Yea bitch Prozak MEC mother fucker Self inflicted yeah

Representin wicked shit for life yea

We invented this shit I thought you knew

2000 and forever fuckers