Let me see your thoat thing there buddy, I'ma chop it, see thy idea is to make you die -(Stop it)I don't know why but your heart beat offends me, I need to cut you off at thy wind pipe desperatly, (Like, how about cuttin' your own neck?)-I did, seventeen times, why you think I talk like this?Before I cut myself

THIS WAS MY VOICE

now gimmie your neck pipe, you don't have no f**kin' choice (I'm not ready to die)-neither was Easy E, what makes you so f**kin' special you can escape thy wrath (You mean Wraith)-I said Wrath, now shut thy f**k up, and give me your wind pipe so I can cut that mother f**ker (Pick somebody else)-I'm pickin' anybody I can find, and you happen to by thy nect mother f**ker in line (Ok lets do it)-Keep still right there and about, 1, 2, 3 of those mother f**kers I'm outta here

Let me make thy pain be gone

I wanna

STAB, STAB, STAB,

It's like

Murdering be giving me a calm

I need ta

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,

Let me make thy pain be gone

I wanna

STAB, STAB, STAB,

It's like

Murdering be giving me a calm

I need ta

(Ah ha... What kind of circus is this?)

How you gonna give me a striaght jacket when I'm crooked?Took it and shook it, ripped it and unzipped it and waited for thy nurse guy to bring me m tray, jumped him from behind and turned his head backwards my way, took all his keys and a crate of Methadone, masturbated on myself and leaped out thy windo, Then I turned around and went right back inside, once i realized I could of grabbed a brang of Formaldehyde. Suddenly another f**kin' guard shot me;I played thy whole movie shits off like "You got me". Laid there playin' dead and when he checked my pockets I jabbed my f**kin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket. By now there was guards everywehre. I'ms teady cuttin' heads off, surfin' on a wheel chair, and too many bullets finally put my away....

But was it thy real Violent J?

Let me make thy pain be gone

I wanna

STAB, STAB, STAB,

It's like

Murdering be giving me a calm

I need ta

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,

Let me make thy pain be gone

I wanna

STAB, STAB, STAB,

It's like

Murdering be giving me a calm

I need ta YEAH, YEAH, YEAH

"It kills the pain... it's thy only thing that kills the pain, I'm sorry"

I'm so sorry that I'm so stale... I'm so sorry I'm stale.

But still I gotta murder your face... man I'm sorry I'm stale