(Blaze)

My styles are [bad word]  gritty and [bad word] with mold
My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul
Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know
And casually throw it all right out the window
I return from the beyond again, with a shovel on my shoulder
And a photograph of him, from the dark, backwards
Counter-clockwards,
lot of the words that I said, they went unheard
Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth
For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt,
From this raging [bad word] Riddled with bullet holes, when you're different,
That's how it goes
I understand, do you?
If you were in a situation, that's mine
You'd probably go on, pretending everything is fine
But that, phony feeling couldn't be further from [bad word] When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
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When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be further from [bad word] 
Dirty like the earth, And young [bad word] that lift skirts
To pay college funds, or get they nails done
We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do
From flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or two
Or slapping a trick or three, for imitating a Rapping in the mirror, while they bumping my LP
Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me
But you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope
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When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be further from [bad word] 
beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids
mortician playing your song upon the organ
I'll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammer
At this point now the anger is all that really matters
Busted the clock, threw the numbers away in my dreams
So I'm haunted by new miracle messages, what do they mean?
Whatever it is, is probably wrong
There's a hole in my head, and thoughts do linger too long
And then I get branded as a walking mistake
And all I wanted was a piece of the cake, and some ice cream
Would a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares?
Speaking on deaf ears to people who don't really care
We throw it all away in garbage, bring it back
Clean it up after [bad word] and serve us a track
What ever they want they gonna get, that's besides the point
Meanwhile many [bad word] platinum off of club joints
And it's all [bad word] up right now
And it's all [bad word] up right now
And it's all [bad word] up right now
When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit
 [bad word] 4x)
When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
That phony feeling, couldn't be further from [bad word]