Artist: The Game Album: Jesus Piece Song: Dead People * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * iTunes bonus track [Game] 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 You starve so when my momma tryin to 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'll 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 back seat, 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 and my mind on the homicide And my watch said they out of time Somebody gotta die, bottom line Front page, column nine, headline "Another Columbine" I plan and plot and strategized and thought about it Loaded up e'rything in the closet My objective is to get bloody They can beg and plead, yell and scream Try to leave, gettin cheese, pray to God on they knees but I'm still gettin fuckin ugly I fuckin love it~! Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin cut it, and thought nothin of it [Chorus: Game] It's simple insanity - just a murderous fantasy It's simple insanity - just another murderous fantasy of mine (Now I feel like killin me a muh'fucker!) [Game] Last night I musta had a blast choppin up bodies Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby Body fillin with adrenaline, not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin Timberlands Cops 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 long than the muh'fucker Look in 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 Pit Bulls Surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's Some niggaz hard to play, some niggaz play hard But that house right there, don't go in they yard [Chorus] [Game] Beware of dark shit, shot him through the fence Coach offensive linemen couldn't stop the blitz Niggaz inside, couple kittens And this right here, good riddance Nigga fuck around it's suicide for instance Picture the mind of a bullet {*blam*} "Here I come, I can smell the flesh aimin for your head and neck Nigga pray to God I won't hit your chest Now here I come straight out a 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! [Chorus]