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i'm so confuzed...i don't what to do anymore...should i give up on the only dream that's kept me alive and sane (for the most part)for the past few years?.... i recieved my g'pa's phone number via my brother jason, but i can't help but to call and hope that my father picks up the phone. i've wished so hard and long that i could be the one responsible for my father's decease. the shi*t he put us kids thorugh was terrible...i wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.... should i call? should i find him and eleminate him? should i go back to therapy? should i commit myself again? i really don't expect anyone to answer this, but if you do...make it worth my time, don't bullshi*t your way through life, embrace the moment and pull the trigger again and again and again. pull it till the clip is empty, reload, and empty again. hope how you die is the most intolerable thing that is humaly possible to put the human body through while it's still alive and breathing. hope to god that it still lives with the pain and suffering that it put us, cloesest to it, through. i hope he answers the phone so i can achive my everlasting fantasy of murdering my father. f*ck you dick, i hate you and just know that i'm comming for you, to make ends meet...tell me, how do you sleep at night? knowing that everyone that you've ever come in contact with, hates your guts...but most of all, your fleash and blood, remember i look just like you.  ROT IS PIECES a**hole! i know i won't do it and every one else should know this as well. you'll not know peace till you've had suffering!

The bullet is put into the chamber

 

It’s a chamber of a magnum

 

With It being the only bullet in the chamber the person has a one in six chances of blowing their brains out.

 

Time passes, turn after turn

 

Pressure builds up

 

One man wipes the sweat bubbling over his eyebrows

 

He then takes a long drag of his Marlboro and exhales the carbon monoxide with a look of dread on his face

 

With the worry and lack of patience hovering over his head

 

The other player also in the game had a calm look on his face, and seems like he couldn’t have a care in the world

 

The worried player takes the cold steel from the other player and puts it to his temple and looks the other player straight in his eyes

 

He pulls the trigger and exhales deeply as he hears the click of the empty chamber

 

With a smirk on his face, the worried player looks straight ahead at the calm player and says, “ I’m tired of running from you”

 

The other player sitting calmly and only watches as the worried player holds on to the gun for a second shot

 

The loud bang made silence throughout the building

 

Birds chirping, and dogs barking was all you could hear.

 

It took 4 family members to recognize the lifeless and nearly decapitated body

 

There was only one witness, his ex-gf who was banging on his window pleading for him to stop

 

His body was found hunched over a dresser in front of a mirror

pull the trigger and the nightmare stops

You promised you wouldnt hurt me but its too late for your apologies because you hurt me when you made promises to me that you could not keep. What hurts the most is that I know that we will never be together again but now im just a broken hearted kid with broken dreams. Everyday i wake up im always wishing that i wont the next day because I would rather die then to keep feeling this pain. Why is it that i keep trying to forget you but the memories of you will not go away they always come back to haunt me. I cant take this pain it feels as if something is ripping me to pieces from the inside, I wish i could show you the hole in my chest where you ripped out my heart, and now my heart is bleeding on the floor from you stepping on it. Why do you say you still love me after you broke my heart, do you think that I will forgive you for making broken promises to me. When i said i was ok when you told me it was over and i acted like everything was alright, nothing was alright because i started dieing inside that very moment I wanted to cry but no tears would come out so I cut myself so i could replace the drops of blood for my tears. You made me realise that love isnt a real thing its just something people believe in, but now I know it only exist in fairytales that have happy endings which life is never a happy ending. So as i sit in this dark corner and cry i pulled the trigger and drownded in my own blood.

 

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Are the nightmares real that haunt me when im asleep. I wish someone would wake me up or does anyone notice me or care that I have a big hole in my chest where my heart is suposed to be. Do you care that im dying inside. Would you care if I died with this gun pointed to my head all I need to do is pull the trigger and I would end this nightmare and let my blood run black.

Do you think im good enough for you. Do you think im a perfect person for you to break this heart that belongs to me. Are you supirsed that there are horrible cuts on my arms. Do you realize that you caused this to happen to me. All you ever done was kill me until I pulled the trigger and ended it all even you.

In the never-ending circle where

The powerless meet

There grows a struggle from the burden

Of sustaining defeat

In the face of every coward lies the

Blindest of hate

And in the eyes a sharpened image of

The damage they made

You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past

It wasn't me behind the veil

Of a heartless mask

And where were you the day that everybody

Cursed your name?

You were the distant voice of pride

That never stood the shame.

 

The weak of the mind will use fist

And the fist of the frail will bring gun

The loudest of guns provoke bombs

And in wrath he will chase until it's done.

 

ChORUS:

Your history is dead.

Dead wrong.

Dead-dead wrong

Philosophyy is dead.

Dead wrong.

Dead - dead wrong.

 

Within the mind of modern cuture

There's an idle cog

It is the section of humanity that never forgot

And in the midst of moving forward we have given the right

To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside

I wont forget the twisted picture of filth that we were

Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt

But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face.

Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you trace.

 

(CHORUS)

 

The scars outlive the pain,

Reflections will remain.

The scars outlive the pain.

Your sickness will remain

 

Dead - dead wrong.

every time i try to get back at you
i hurt myself even more
...well nothing was supposed to hurt like this
the razors have been used
my emotions have been misused
the pills have been swallowed
deaths path has been followed
if i had any tears left, id cry
if i had any blood left, id bleed and bleed i just want to die
im shaking im so scared, im sweating im so close...
im so close to just ending it all
its always the same.....the same old sh*t
im tired of crying myself to sleep every night
im tired of hiding my wrists
i just wanted to be loved...
why could you never even pretend?...pretend to love me
all i needed was some encouragement....your doing so well im so proud
all you do is scream and yell YOUR SUCH A LET DOWN!
i know, i know im a let down
im sorry i never meant to be
if only through my eyes you could see
the world i live in, that never gave me a chance
how i hurt, believe me i know im less than dirt
the razor, well it was always there... unlike you
the need for a fresh shedding of blood keeps me going
"why are you still here, if you hate life so much?"
wow your right, what am i still doing here?
i dont deserve to live nor do i want to...
you could always encourage me when it came to quiting...
well now im sitting
ive got the razor
ive got the gun
slice open my veins let me bleed
to my own hate i must feed
put the barrel down your throat
DIE MOTHER f*ckER, pull the f*cking trigger CHOKE....
....you wont even know im gone....i always loved you...you could never ever f*ckin pretend to love me back

[Hook:]

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga nolove,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta f*cked up bang
Taking no shorts so f*ck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to thagrind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murdagame?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]

Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies f*cked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when f*ckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die,soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna f*ck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]

Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, f*ck that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda