Album: Operation: Doomsday Lyrics: [MF Grimm] Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someone's killing me Of changes, there's nights I'm on a killing spree All done cold blood waking up in cold sweats This is such a cold world unconscious getting death threats Shadows choking me, my last breath lets out my body It's a conspiracy, my mind and my body's not really down with me Me against the whole world? It's a little deeper Me against my self, I fight the Grim Reaper Swing sickle, I got my Glock bust rounds off Demented, schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever Angels waste the time, they work together Scheme and plot on me, 'cause I'm the son of man I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me Put me out my misery, I live in misery I kill all my enemies, cause I love company Those who seek me, are called wise men Or either wise-guys I prey you comprehend And realize I'm condemned No rest, homicidal dreams My cellmate, all he do is scream Out loud how he wants to go home That's funny, I'm here all alone Locked, in a single cell His back's bleeding, he's cold as hell And I'm hoping, they turn on some heat I call the CO to bring some extra sheets "Where'd he go?" he walk through walls, run halls, I prey "teach me" They don't seem him at the health try to reach me I say "please see how he feels" They said, "He's alright but he's not real ... Low Price Wood Chipper
