"Dead People" lyrics

Graveyards in my pocket
Tombstones in my wallet
If you talkin' 'bout my profit
All I see is dead people
All I see is dead people
Used to hustle with my momma tryna make a couple dollars
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people
Motherfuckin' dead people

This shit gets deep, don't fuck with me
You end up six feet deep, listen to how I did it
I crept up slow on Willow
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window
In the backseat, potato burners
Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow
In the front solo, sittin' low with the lights out
Feelin' like Manson on some Son of Sam shit
With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide
And my watch said they're outta time, somebody gotta die, bottom line
Front page, column nine, headline: Another Columbine
I planned and plotted and strategized, and thought about it
Loaded up everything in the closet
My objective is to get bloody, they can beg and plead, yell and scream
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on their knees
But I'm still gettin' fucking ugly, I fuckin' love it
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it
It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy
It's simple insanity, just another murderous fantasy of mine

Man, I feel like killin' me a motherfucker

Last night, I must've had a blast choppin' up bodies
Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby
Body filled with adrenaline
Not rememberin' what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands
Cop's sayin' I did what to him?
Showin' me pictures of cut-up bitches
Disfigured members with body parts missin'
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit
Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw -it wasn't me
Oh no no, not me, listen to the alibi
I was at the movies. That Avatar shit, with them 3-D glasses on
And that shit longer than motherfucker
Look at my pocket, get the ticket stub
That's my alibi, bitch, now what up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside
And headed west where Homicide reside, that's my nigga
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk
In between the yellow tape, behind the black gate
Rottweilers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AKs and ARs
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in their yard
It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy
It's simple insanity, just a murderous fantasy of mine

Man, I feel like killin' me a motherfucker

Beware of dark shit, shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz
Them niggas inside, a couple kittens
And this right here: good riddance
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a bullet
Here I come, I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs
You in my sight
The last one didn't do it right
And I'm waitin'
Just lookin' at you
Thinkin' 'bout it and gettin' tired of lookin' at you
Hi, daddy, remember me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be
You brought me in this world, now I'm takin' you out
Now you open up your motherfuckin' mouth
Simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy
Simple insanity
Just a murderous fantasy of mine

Now I feel like killin' me a motherfucker