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Insane Clown Posse - Truly Alone
(Violent J)
There ain't nobody, asking me, where I've been. There ain't nobody that
would name me as a friend. There ain't nobody, stopping by, to say hi.
There ain't nobody, that's caring whether I live or die. I have nobody
to tell about, my growing angers. I have nobody, to tell about, me
following strangers. There ain't nobody making sure I'm taking all of
my pills. There ain't nobody, slowing me down and keeping me still. I'm
Truly alone.
They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is
gone.They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's
mind is gone.They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the
man's mind is gone.They say a man can only be alone for so long,
before the man's mind is gone.
There ain't nobody, telling me, not to jump off. There ain't nobody
telling me, not to chop your block off. I get so bloody, I ruin, all
of my clothes. I get so bloody, I sit in the dark alone. I have nobody,
to tell about, my dark fantasies. I have nobody, to tell about, my
dark realities. There ain't nobody, around me, nobody wanna be friends.
I get so bloody, all on me, the mess never ends. I'm truly alone.
They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's mind is
gone.They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the man's
mind is gone.They say a man can only be alone for so long, before the
man's mind is gone.They say a man can only be alone for so long,
before the man's mind is gone.
I walked into a super K, and went to the back. I started asking
questions, checking out the chainsaw rack. They had a test modle, I
pulled the cord and got it runnin' turned the blade on the kid workin'
and blood started gunnin'. "what the fuck am I doing?" I dropped the
shit and started crying. I made it down two isles before some hero
clotheslined me. I got up, grabbed a shovel and stabbed him in the gut.
I pulled it out and hammered him across the back of the nug. I'm
hearin' cirens going off. It's no blue light special. I turned
murderer cavin' in to daily life pressures. But fuck that now all of
ya'll gonna know me. See me on TV be like "look there goes my homie,"
I'm more than lonely I'm lost, lives on the cost. I just beat some kid
in the head, stabbed him twice, and took off. They can't find me I'm
hiding in a flannel coatrack.I jump out and attack and put a gash in
your neck. I finnaly made to the front door and to the parking lot.
That's when I got shot, a lot. I got got. Police with bullets and more
bullets plugging me deep. I'm seeing flashes hearing cirens and it's
all over me. I see a crowd of people being held behind the police tape
all watching me die. I think I made no mistake. I finnaly got some
recognition, dying on my knees. Ready for hell because compared to my
life it should be an ease..... like easy..... cake walk.... I'm ready..
let's go
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