* send corrections to the typist I'm seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offer And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar I wake up on a red floor Axing a dead whore My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for? Pigs tryin' ta kick down the door, I'm out for me Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony Fell 30 flights to ? 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 shit ain't chewed up Wiped the puke from my face Then leaved this place With a 4-5 in the waist At an elitist pace No breeding space I step out and show face Within 3 minutes I'm approached for H Then a shotgun to neck, now loose the weapon And my scull 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 All 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 getting milage 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 death or just my awakening I pick my head up, with a face full of drool Look around the classroom, now I'm some geek in high school Get fucked with in the hallway and can't do shit But write names on bullets and fill a few clips No need for rags and vodka, got a locker With enough fire-power to war with helicopters First click to pass, I'm clicking to release Each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin' When I shoot up the crowd like a ? convention Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls Made of steel, put shit 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 vet parade Getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way [Chorus] 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, in shock While the gunmen argue on where to take the Yacht Assuming I'm rich Playboy bitch My own boat And if I don't start speaking I'ma loose my throat They start chumming the water with my dead hoe and laugh Force me to see great whites snapped on the lower half Locked off my arm, do it in, no guns to shoot Think of 3 past deaths 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 whipped in half I wake up screamin' With a shotgun in church, feenin' To kill myself, but I don't know if I'm still dreamin' 50-50 chance I'ma die and go straight up Or straight to hell, either fuckin' way I'ma wake up!