Yo Moe
I'm the furthest thing from human being the universe has ever seen
My body came from outer space delivered by a tractor beam
Xenomorph acid face I ain't talkin LSD
Phencyclidines wetted up on PCP
The evil dead is after me
The Necronomicon possessed my family
I've came a long way to battle thee
Fatality body bag thy enemy
I've been equipt with words of treachery more treacherous than misery
I'm murdering the melody
Inside the depths of my insanity
My post-traumatic stress disorder kicks in randomly
High anxiety split personalities
The doc prescribes pills to me regularly
Yo moe I ain't a pussy so I wash em down with whiskey so they have no effect on me
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been livin hell
When you break it all down I'm just a shell of myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been thinkin about
All this shit from my past and just airin it out
Yo moe
Ay yo
I'm syck and need help
I get drunk and I think about killin myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
My flow is deadly as hell
Like a needle in your arm tied off with a belt
Yo moe
Ay yo I'm bout as lifeless as a puppet
Wit no soul inside its chest at the asylum of the suckers
I'm bout to blast off like a rocket
With a bomb strapped on my back to kill all you mother fuckers
Now known for causing a ruckus
I've been up for 5 days straight just sniffin fuckin uppers
Thank god them days are over
It was either adios overdose or get sober
I ain't missin what I thought I was
Red roses and rows of marijuana bud Ill
Compose a symphony to open up
No sympathy for me I just need to pour my guts
Out onto this canvas that I'm writing on
Apologize to the language when I write a song
Stay strong while everybody's holding on
I want you all to know that ill love you all after I' m gone
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been livin hell
When you break it all down I'm just a shell of myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been thinkin about
All this shit from my past and just airin it out
Yo moe
Ay yo
I'm syck and need help
I get drunk and I think about killin myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
My flow is deadly as hell
Like a needle in your arm tied off with a belt
Yo moe Ay yo
I spit that evil zombie music
The living dead will eat you up and smoke you like embalming fluid
Groovy
All the vision's that I drop are vivid
Like someone slipped some LSD into your fuckin drinkin liquid
Feel the effects look off in the distance
Mister skeletons chillin wit his mistress
An irish redhead with big tits and lipstick
Happy Halloween merry Christmas
Spike the fruit punch but won't admit you liked it
Down for group sex but never get invited
Cunnilingus gingivitis
Urinary tract infection
Davey dips is is the nicest
And the mic is my therapist
Solo artist eating paint chips
Solely only here for your entertainment
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been livin hell
When you break it all down I'm just a shell of myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been thinkin about
All this shit from my past and just airin it out
Yo moe
Ay yo
I'm syck and need help
I get drunk and I think about killin myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
My flow is deadly as hell
Like a needle in your arm tied off with a belt
My body came from outer space delivered by a tractor beam
Xenomorph acid face I ain't talkin LSD
Phencyclidines wetted up on PCP
The evil dead is after me
The Necronomicon possessed my family
I've came a long way to battle thee
Fatality body bag thy enemy
I've been equipt with words of treachery more treacherous than misery
I'm murdering the melody
Inside the depths of my insanity
My post-traumatic stress disorder kicks in randomly
High anxiety split personalities
The doc prescribes pills to me regularly
Yo moe I ain't a pussy so I wash em down with whiskey so they have no effect on me
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been livin hell
When you break it all down I'm just a shell of myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been thinkin about
All this shit from my past and just airin it out
Yo moe
Ay yo
I'm syck and need help
I get drunk and I think about killin myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
My flow is deadly as hell
Like a needle in your arm tied off with a belt
Yo moe
Ay yo I'm bout as lifeless as a puppet
Wit no soul inside its chest at the asylum of the suckers
I'm bout to blast off like a rocket
With a bomb strapped on my back to kill all you mother fuckers
Now known for causing a ruckus
I've been up for 5 days straight just sniffin fuckin uppers
Thank god them days are over
It was either adios overdose or get sober
I ain't missin what I thought I was
Red roses and rows of marijuana bud Ill
Compose a symphony to open up
No sympathy for me I just need to pour my guts
Out onto this canvas that I'm writing on
Apologize to the language when I write a song
Stay strong while everybody's holding on
I want you all to know that ill love you all after I' m gone
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been livin hell
When you break it all down I'm just a shell of myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been thinkin about
All this shit from my past and just airin it out
Yo moe
Ay yo
I'm syck and need help
I get drunk and I think about killin myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
My flow is deadly as hell
Like a needle in your arm tied off with a belt
Yo moe Ay yo
I spit that evil zombie music
The living dead will eat you up and smoke you like embalming fluid
Groovy
All the vision's that I drop are vivid
Like someone slipped some LSD into your fuckin drinkin liquid
Feel the effects look off in the distance
Mister skeletons chillin wit his mistress
An irish redhead with big tits and lipstick
Happy Halloween merry Christmas
Spike the fruit punch but won't admit you liked it
Down for group sex but never get invited
Cunnilingus gingivitis
Urinary tract infection
Davey dips is is the nicest
And the mic is my therapist
Solo artist eating paint chips
Solely only here for your entertainment
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been livin hell
When you break it all down I'm just a shell of myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
I've been thinkin about
All this shit from my past and just airin it out
Yo moe
Ay yo
I'm syck and need help
I get drunk and I think about killin myself
Yo moe
Ay yo
My flow is deadly as hell
Like a needle in your arm tied off with a belt
Credits
Writer(s): Davey Dips
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