[Verse 1]
I'm seconds from eating what the Mossberg had to offer
And feed my thoughts on Christ to the altar
I wake up on a red floor, axe in a dead who*e
My dick chewed up, why I let this b**h give me head for?
Pigs tryin' to kick down the door, I'm out for me
Opened the sliding gla** door and hopped off the balcony
Fell thirty flights to cars on 10th Av.
Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab
And after it blew up, I woke up and threw up
Stuck my hand in my pants, my sh** ain't chewed up
Wipe the puke from my face then leave this place
With a .45 in the waist at an elitist pace
No breathing space, I step out and show face
Within 3 minutes I'm approached for H
Then its shotgun to neck, now lose the weapon
And my skull fragments painted the sky for seconds
[Chorus]
Back to my brain like my brain is a home
While I roll with the fame I still aim at the throne
Are my peers all sleep and I'm the only one not weak
Or am I unconscious dreaming I'm making a speech
Is this reality or my memory gettin' mileage?
Am I staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelids?
Do I make music or is music making me?
Is this really all d**h or just my awakening?
[Verse 2]
I pick my head up, with a face full of drool
Look around the cla**room, now I'm some geek in high school
Get f**ed with in the hallway and can't do sh**
But write names on bullets and fill a few clips
No need for rags and vodka, got a locker
With enough firepower to war with helicopters
First clique to pa**, I'm clicking the realest
Each adolescent fist holding thought police-k**ers
And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin'
When I shoot up the crowd like a h**n convention
Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls
Made of steel, put sh** through toilet stalls
See my teachers dead through holes in the door
And alerted the cops outside, holdin' the floor
I exit the bathroom, enter a lead parade
Getting shot the f** up but smoke some pigs on the way
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I open up my eyes to get cracked in the face
Six times, while I'm asked for combos to a safe
My wife on the couch, dying, raped and shot
While the gunmen argue on where to take the Yacht
Assuming I'm rich, Playboy b**h
My own boat and if I don't start speaking I'mma lose my throat
They start chumming the water with my dead ho and laugh
Force me to see great whites snack on her lower half
Lopped off my arm, throw it in, no guns to shoot
Think of three past d**hs and find an escape route
All I have to do is wake up, lift the mast
And get shot off the boat and my back to get ripped in half
I wake up screaming with a shotgun in church, fiending
To k** myself, but I don't know if I'm still dreaming
50-50 chance I'mma die and go straight up
Or straight to hell, either f**ing way I'mma wake up!