Testo Dead people The Game

Dead people

[Intro]
Graveyards in my pocket
Tombstones in my wallet
If you talkin’ ’bout my profit,
All I see is dead people
All I see is dead people
You starve so when my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin’ over dead people
Muthafuckin’ dead people

[Verse 1]
This shit gets deep
Don’t fuck with me
You end up six feet deep
Listen to how I did it
I crept up slow on Willow
Thinkin’ ’bout climbin’ through the fuckin’ window
In the backseat, potato burners
Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow
In the front solo
Sittin’ low with the lights out
Feelin’ like Manson on some Son of Sam shit
With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they outta time
Somebody gotta die, bottom line
Front page, column nine
Headline: Another Columbine
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought about it
Loaded up everything in the closet
My objective is to get bloody
They can beg and plead, yell and scream
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I’m still gettin’ fucking ugly
I fuckin’ love it
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin’ cut it and thought nothin’ of it

[Hook]
It’s simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy
It’s simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy of mine
(Now I feel like killin me a mother fucka)

[Verse 2]
Last night, I must’ve had a blast choppin up bodies
Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby
Body filled with adrenaline
Not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin’ Timberlands
Cop’s sayin I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin
Listen, I ain’t do shit, I don’t know shit
Man, I don’t give a fuck about that bitch
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it wasn’t me
Oh no no, not me
Listen to the alibi
I was at the movies, that Avatar shit,
With them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit longer than mother fucka
Look at my pocket, get the tickets though
That’s my alibi, bitch
Now what up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I’m back on the outside,
And headed west where Homicide reside
That’s my nigga
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the black gate
Rottweiler’s and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK’s and AR’s
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don’t go in they yard

[Hook]
It’s simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy
It’s simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy of mine
(Now I feel like killin me a mother fucka)

[Verse 3]
Beware of dark shit, shot ‘em through the fence
Tough offensive line men couldn’t stop the blitz
Them niggas inside, a couple kittens
And this right here, good riddance
Nigga fuck around, its suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin’ for your head and neck
Nigga, pray to God I won’t hit your chest
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs
You in my sight
The last one didn’t do it right,
And I’m waitin
Just lookin at you
Thinkin about it and gettin tired of lookin at you
Hi, daddy, remember me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be
You brought me in this world, now I’m takin you out
Now you open up your muthafuckin mouth

[Hook]
Simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy
Simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy of mine
(Now I feel like killin me a mother fucka)