Because my lungs burnin like Haley's Comet inside a holding tank
Who am I? What is life?
Did I respect it?
So many questions floatin on in the last second
In the last second of life
Pain is slippin away
What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
How would you feel?
In the last second of life
I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
In the last second of life
Pain is slippin away
What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
How would you feel?
In the last second of life
I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
Memories are playin my mind like dienetics
Havin visions of emergency surgery, anesthetic
Respirators and IV and these
All around me, beside me
Man this all reminds me
Of how so many others met their end and disappeared
There's an evil darkness droppin down, flowin, coming near
Like the approach of a Halocaust
Bringin the final end, trying to make my own fibers
Soon I'll be dead
Who's gonna care for my family if I die?
Will I spend better time if I recover from the flat line?
Will I become another part of the streets?
Another body riddled with bullets
Underneath a white sheet
With bloodstains,
I can't explain the pain
Like butcher knives falling from the sky
Instead of rain
Who am I? What is life?
Did I respect it?
So many questions floatin on in the last second
In the last second of life
Pain is slippin away
What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
How would you feel?
In the last second of life
I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
In the last second of life
Pain is slippin away
What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
How would you feel?
In the last second of life
I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
My vision fades to black,
My body started shaking
Like a basehead hyped up on a 30 sack
Hearing the toll of the eternity bell
As I feel a dimension door open straight from hell
Shadows appear, come right up out the ground
Accompanied with red eyes and slitherin sounds
Tryin to take me down
Where there is no rest
Where the damned live in firepits and hooks in they flesh
That ain't my type of party,
That ain't no Shrangri-La
But with a crippled body I'm not making it far
Life is almost gone as I feel claws rake my back
Preachers start to grab hold
Man this shit is helly whack
And will I see tomorrow is all I'm thinking now
I pray as I hear my boy telling me to hold on
I see that life is turnin, think I have a chance
As we reach the hospital, I died up in the ambulance
*phone ringing*
C'mon, c'mon
*machine picks up*
This is Ross and I'm not chillin in the hizzle for rizzle my shizzle, the fellas drop a message, girls drop your drawers and I'll see ya around like a donut
*beep*
Ross Baker, this is your landlord. I'm a little concerned. I haven't heard from you in a while and I've been tryin to get a hold of you all week and uhh
*machine again*
Hahahaha...Caught ya with that one scrotum scruffer....Haha leave a message
*beep*
Look Ross! I've been tryin to get a hold of you. I haven't seen your rent in months, what is goin on?!
*machine a third time*
Hahahaha, you fuckin corn, gotcha twice with that one bubbleback, peace!
*beep*
You fuckin..!
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