I'm Killa-phonic I can't cope I go for the throat Like a lycanthrope Cuz I'm high on coke And my mind is broke And I smoke And I toke And choke On enough To fill the the pope With the holy ghost And I'm buttered like toast And I run it like Bo And you know that I'm doing the most That I'll take both God and the devil And ruin them both Now shut the fuck up And just do what you're told Cuz I'm all the way high And I'm all the cold Not just to the heart But deep to the bone been like that since that Friday the 13th Back in 1990 When Fred was killed By that punk bitch NoHome Now I got no home To go to no mo Shits outta control In the bed In the hospital Dying and coughing up bklood Life is hella fucced up At birth you start to die Why do we even try Nobodys ever gotten out of life alive Nobodys ever even gotten out of life alive So I sit bacc and sigh Wondering why Oh my Rememberin when I was just a little guy I nearly drowned Yeah I almost died And I swore to myself That I'd never let God Take me alive Take me outta this life I'm feeling tonight he will be denied So let's smoke another blunt Everything is alright x2 I'm on it I'm Killa-phonic Wats up