Shit, I?m drunk Yes, I drank, shit I am a punk I fall, my feet Are wimp, it?s not cool I look like a fool Refrain: I need pain killers!!! I need bad
Late nights Gun fights High speed chases So close to the good life we taste it Damn the consequences pimp If it's a chance we take it First case a month
off leatherface I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain When I step on the plate Guard your grill, cause when my niggaz start to kill It's hard to chill
I bring the pain, and bang a nigga brain When I step on the plate Guard your grill, cause when my niggas start to kill It's hard to chill Mothafuckers
4 murder Now I know you the judge of life and death I ain't evil or nothing But somebody done brought me pain and sorrow So I'ma have to kill something
let me be misunderstood What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita the pain
't let me be misunderstood What's understood ain't gotta be explained So for those who understand, meet Dwayne For 8 and a half months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Rock Ho hold the gun sideways like oi??dogg Shoot a n-gga in his face knock his nose off Make the girls say my name like roll call Pain killers got a
sure that my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months and said, "I'm ready now
came home one day killed his whole family I guess he couldn't take it I give back, even if it ain't nothing big look at my grandma, terminal disease only got months
-Tek, turn it up a notch Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane Niggaz take my name in vain like I was cocaine My affirmations kill emcees like assassination Bringin' you pain
now I know you the judge of life and death I ain't evil or nothing but somebody done brought me pain and sorrow so I'ma have to kill something let
Now I know you the judge of life and death I ain't evil or nothing But somebody done brought me pain and sorrow So i'ma have to kill something Let me
this world he said you better call me But three months passed and his celli never rang, But still determine inside to do his thing But with no 9 to 5
money minded (But then) Music is my mission and jah works my assignement I come from Iceland, Freetown salon, land of diamonds We?re pushing stones bigger than a girl in the 9th month
Gun fights High speed chases So close to the good life we taste it Damn the consequences pimp If it's a chance we take it First case a month in juvenile
I choose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops [Chorus: Novel] [Crooked I:] (Cause this is my pain
