Twiztid: The world

I... You can catch a buzz off me from smoking the reazin off my bong And disappear in the dark like the smoke in my lungs Now will you walk with me Take a chance when the faces all talk to me Or when they callin me My eyes closed and I can't see straight, now it's pitch black Can't breathe and I can't move like a heart attack Hung ova, stoned sober my last guy crashed and burned so game over Control over a parallel you can't even fuck with Cast half the spells and burn you in the dark shit Crossed over with my faith in God Stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm I'm hangin from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up In a puddle of blood, monoxide, bitch, what up Realm walker through the smoke I come Drank the ? with green eyes and sippin on blood Chrous: What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? It just did it just did it just did it just did 4 times You're starin at a homicidal maniac straight out his biskit you never know how deep shit can get until you're knee deep in it So come along and witness things Dark enough to mainstream Sendin eyes wander through the tunnels Of your blood veins And if yall didn't know ? for hoes Ain't no love for trolls Better roll for you get stole on Better, better get gone 'Fore I grab this axe start hittin your ass the way I usually hit this bong Hit this moist and coochie when I speak on point like se 'er fuck your 9 millimeter Real stupid, your killaz carry an axe either in our hands or in the haters back watch em drip like candle wax Caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them and now your homies dead I think you better call an ambulance Talkin that, walkin that, can't nobody fuck with me but now you're on your back and labeled just another casualty Chorous 4 times Time is running out for the planet Earth. ? you will make it, in society, or out of it What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? Time is running out for the planet Earth What if the world couldn't get any worse than this You'll make it, in society or out of it Comatose (what?) fucked up on drugs scatter brain from an infection I got my blood monoxide bless the dead up (bitch what), hold it down keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground My space, my world, and my way and I'm a ? big dog so bitch don't play ( eat a ?) My reflection is insanity that's all that I can see that's all that I can really truly be (yeah) Brought up in a world of lies and hypocrites and tension where copy cats are waiting to perpetrate you invention (damn) so listen up and lend an ear, here, you can borrow mine livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow find (hey) a place where people will understand it ain't the chips that make the man it's the spirit heart and action And you can try and argue with that While me and monoxide split this pack of cigarettes and smoke our lungs black