My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen
You don't know me
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough
So keep playing it, and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like affixation
When I'm strangling my own throat masturbating
F**k yeah I'm a basket case
And I mastered this rap sh*t till my a*s gets wasted
Till my assassination, till I'm slain cuz of some f*gs infatuation
.44 Mag's fascination a taste for disaster and if that's the case then