Anthony Hamilton - What I'm Feelin' lyrics

The d** keepin me high I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in sight The wicked sh**s alive in me and it will never die I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin Feelin endevoured I'm still alive k**ers who cut throats the only ones that survive The wicked sh**s alive in me and it will never die I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin I'm sick like hotel beds And gettin head In a motel where My ex-girls in the corner dead The coroner said it was an overdose So I cut his throat and left him for dead I slide him over home I'm a stoner with his motor blown And I get high over leavin wack mcee's comatose You ain't sh** you s** So what you got your vitals mixed up J hand me the b**h so I can pump this sh** up like training day I'm holdin the real k**ers who walk and never run away Put your f**in gun away 'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day I ain't happy I'm the other way Stayin mad as f** and always lookin to retaliate So if you wondering why I magigate Just refer to the real definition of a**a**inate Here we go and were takin it back to basics We make a mark and you marks try to erase it We take dilemma and usually we embrace it We were born in chaos with carnival faces Hows that for odd Sent here to eliminate false profits and DemiGods of statistics Mediums, moguls and spreaders of the falseness With they heads lopped off and bodies tied to crosses Followers have been exposed With overactive temperal lobes Up in they dome No indiviuality more clones on the production line Manufacture and faximilated rhymes for the twelfth time Thirteen's synonomous with the oddity's Stay hungry for flesh like the piranha be k**er tryin to dishonor me Nothin is sacred in a dead economy So bury me deap where the haters will never bother me They got a problem with us and the way we tellin it Not a statistic refuse to be irrelevent Disorted in sick sh** Ooze from every element You can blame it on my soul but the music be compelling it To do the type of sh** to make you feel it when you hear it Musical ducktape To patch the holes in your spirt No jump on fate And stay buzz wordy while your sh**'s on clearance