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My Friend The Boogie Man by N Sane & Dub DeVille
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #8,829
Peak in subgenre #1,350
Author
N Sane & Dub DeVille
Uploaded
September 19, 2004
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(N Sane) I'm prone to violence, I be stalkin while I'm sleepwalkin Take it passed your death, make sure you buried in a cheap coffin I don't feel alive, I don't even breathe often I've eaten my words, choked on them and I keep coughin I'm a zombie that hopelessly keeps followin His bodily desires, my pride hopes that I'ma sin So I can linger on a dream, put my finger on a seam Swear, to me sounds like singin when they scream The situations I get myself into suck I fall to the ground won't bother to pick myself back up And they walk all over me, on me they harshly wipe their feet And they talk all over my while I recite my plead I forgive everyone, but everyone stays mad at me The walls keep throwing themselves into padded me Just give me my medication so I can be a better patient I miss home and for them I'm waitin, in a blissful sedidation There's an angel that I hear It sings then disappears There's an angel that I hear It sings then disappears (Dub DeVille) I've held these secrets in my the palm of my hand In a psalm of spoken prayer In my heart, a broken lair For the dark to roam and wear Apart a soft spoken stare Don't bite the hand That robs the cradle Chalk street paved the way For concrete slaves To have the freedom to hate I speak of a plague As a million men march I speak of a day When civil wars were fought I speak of a name That's chiseled into a heart Slit wrists scribbled into an arm Riddle me wrong, riddle me right I'm drippin' blood, scriptin' my life It's written in dust with Angels trippin' on trumpets Lay the pen to rest in pieces Left for death to piece it Peaceless.. Trigger me this, trigger me that Trigger me this, trigger me that There's a demon I been seeing He's been screaming all my secrets There's a demon I been seeing He's been screaming all my secrets
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