Yo anybody seen my diary? Oh there it is. I gotta write this shit down. Check it out.
Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em I'm confused and I dont know what to do I'm hoping you can help me cause there's no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain't for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I'm delirious And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious But little does he know I'm really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it I be thinking deep Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep I thought it would change when I was older But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder Theres your life after death too And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? And what about cancer? Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers Aint no use in trying We might as all face it we were all born dying Theres a black book in Brad's hands And its the diary of a madman
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Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch Left his family heartbroken Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open I cant put the shit behind me I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer On the for reala, now I'm a born killer And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature You got an M11, bring your weapon Huh, I got an AK-47 It's gonna be a bloody Sunday Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy And I was taught not to kill Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga Redrum and I'ma be the grave digger And if you want to cap, come cap me I'm trigger happy like my great-grandpappy Just watch for the chrome in my right hand My second entry from the diary of a madman
(Chorus)
Dear diary, help me cause I'm frantic S-sometimes I think I'm going schizophrantic The world's looking dark for instance Maybe cause I'm looking from a distance But then again I wear a blindfold Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed To myself I'm a stranger Walking in the foot steps of danger It's a long path ahead of me I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary
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Yo anybody seen my diary? Oh there it is. I gotta write this shit down. Check it out.
Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em I'm confused and I dont know what to do I'm hoping you can help me cause there's no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain't for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I'm delirious And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious But little does he know I'm really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it I be thinking deep Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep I thought it would change when I was older But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder Theres your life after death too And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? And what about cancer? Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers Aint no use in trying We might as all face it we were all born dying Theres a black book in Brad's hands And its the diary of a madman
(chorus)
Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch Left his family heartbroken Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open I cant put the shit behind me I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer On the for reala, now I'm a born killer And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature You got an M11, bring your weapon Huh, I got an AK-47 It's gonna be a bloody Sunday Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy And I was taught not to kill Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga Redrum and I'ma be the grave digger And if you want to cap, come cap me I'm trigger happy like my great-grandpappy Just watch for the chrome in my right hand My second entry from the diary of a madman
(Chorus)
Dear diary, help me cause I'm frantic S-sometimes I think I'm going schizophrantic The world's looking dark for instance Maybe cause I'm looking from a distance But then again I wear a blindfold Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed To myself I'm a stranger Walking in the foot steps of danger It's a long path ahead of me I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary
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