Smackola - Syndrome of the Al Qaeda Sand Spider lyrics

[Verse 1] You might think I'm crazy, but I'm insane Nothing but darkness running through my veins The hunger pains, of extreme violence I suffered from the virus not knowing science First I got the twitch, then I got the itch Then I felt the temptation to start k**in' sh** And my brain an*lysis, is pure malice An instrumental is chemical with a bad balance This is target practice, leave they ribs split Fully loaded chopper automatics with extended clips I'm 'bout to start some sh**, so don't tempt me Things ain't what they seem, my thoughts are empty This feeling in me, got me so diseased I'm so far gone they call it brain-freeze Make 'em aim and squeeze, until they cease fire Syndrome of the Al Qaeda Sand Spider [Hook] Higher, higher The Al Qaeda Sand Spider Higher, higher Syndrome of the Al Qaeda Sand Spider I'm like a soldier at war, lost in the zone Going hard cause I might not be coming home Mind gone, still spittin' hot fire Syndrome of the Al Qaeda Sand Spider [Verse 2] Wake up, go to UT, with a AK Blow my brains out *blow* Have a nice day! This is a celebration, to show my dedication Suicide note, this is my final statement I'm sick, demented, slight schizophrenic Never know what I might do, I might end it Stop pretending, like it's all peaceful And mix me up some of that Medieval Two Desert Eagles, two shots tequila One fifty-one, the Devil's Margarita Raise my heart meter, two and a half liters Light this b**h up, and blow them all to pieces Dirty WormZ, we live, we world-wide Fifteen minutes of fame, watch me burn alive 2025, I'm diagnosed If there's no cure, then there's no hope The Syndrome [Hook] [Verse 3] Momma, please forgive me, but I couldn't cope Did the best I could, but can't take no more What am I living for? It's either d**h or jail My girl told me to go to hell, I might as well Don't nobody love me, my friends talk about me Seems like the world is better off without me Now it's all about me, today is my day I'll make 9/11 look like a holiday I ain't got nothing to lose, cause I ain't got nothing Suicidal depression gon' make me start dumping And start hunting, nothing but human beings X 'em out like Malcolm, by any means Time is running out, and I'm stressed out Can't turn back now, this is my way out I got my cake and candles lit, to blow them out Happy d**h-day to me, and then I'm going out The Syndrome [Hook]