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Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag,

Born to die at first breath
Inside you feel the dread
The calls inside your home,
It's at your corner bed
Peel away the skin inside
It's got

You can find me dead inside my whip
Death by hollow tips
Try to talk about it, I might slip
Tighten up my grip
You can find me dead inside my whip

Call me up on a weekday
You're as drunk as yesterday
All the words I say wrong
Deep inside the guilt is strong

'Cause I'll be dead by the time I'm

from lemons
Planted by lady day

Strange fruit hangin, dead your syringe
Distorted guitars make white soul DJs cringe
Pan am's plasma makes hair

feel dead inside
I ain't even gone lie
My heart cold as ice
You ain't got no right
To tell me that I'm fine
Cause I ain't got no life
And I feel dead

titties no legs/ (Filth City)
The city so shitty so dead/ (Filth)
Betta duck for them niggas get rid of yo head/ (Welcome to Filth City)

Verse1:
Most

Angel of disease
We’re dead inside
Infect us, feed on our appetite
To bleed the world

In the machine
The churning gears
Death factory’s burning fire

got the momentum
I'm never gonna stop cause I, talk to em
Lotta homies still in it
Lotta homies shot dead on the block
Still I, talk to em, talk to em,

Ain't stopping me
Gotta start to climb
I don't wanna brag 
I think I'm dead inside
Hard to catch a feel 
When it's just not my vibe
Niggas run their

Ain't stopping me
Gotta start to climb
I don't wanna brag
I think I'm dead inside
Hard to catch a feel
When it's just not my vibe
Niggas run their

(Gang) My name Omertà this ain't no facade
Got a couple guns I bet that I fire
Got a couple cars inside my garage
Keep me a thirty inside of my

you're
Wasting your breath
Dead I am dead I am dead I am dead

Dead I am dead I am dead I am dead
Flip my insides I am dead I am dead
Scrape up the lie I

I like dead life this murder living
Giving wicked to the music that we listen
All day all night turn it up dead wake
By the bloody moonlight i like

Fly Till I Die

C.L. Smooth

Soul Survivor II

2004

the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime

don't want to be your anchor
I just want to lay back down
Take another hit of dead roses

'Cause I remain alone
Sitting in this empty room
Consumed by

your hoe, I'm knocking it down
Bands for a show, I'm skipping through towns
This drip cost, get that shit by the pound
She got a top, she's taking it off

Why would you say you loved me, why would you say you cared
Why would you go betray me, make me feel like I'm dead inside
I'm dead inside 
Dead

don't get my feelings 
I use the smile to hide my inner demons
Dear diary
It's such a hilarious thing
Let's keep it a secret

I'm dead inside 
I'm dead

I must see her in my eyes
She's drift'inside my head
She won't let go tonight
I think she know's I'm dead

I see her in my eyes
She's drift'inside my

Asylum

Eminem

Welcome To: Our House [Deluxe Edition]

2012

The lunatics now run the asylum
The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up
They've taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it
The lunatics

on a skillet
I didn't understand my old man until I got older and I finally got what it means
I can't stop now by any means
I was moving b4 like I am a black

had to whip it right out of the skillet (woo)
All I know is to go get it, I came out the trenches, I'm one of the realest
I got pulled over by 12, he

by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange