H.I.M. - Play Dead Lyrics
Well I was sleepin' dreamin' about my own deathI'm like a cat with nine lives, but none leftI hear word after word after word once againI find myself prayin' on my knees sayin' AmenCold sweat falls off my head onto my pillowAt night in my sleep I weep just like a willowI'm sufferin' I need some aspirin or some bufferin'Everytime I close my eyes it gets rougher inThe rhythm cold smotherin' every sister and brother inAnother murder, but red rum I never heard ofSomething when I'm thinkin' of drinkin'Some red rum 13 ways causin' bedlamDon't say I'm a problem you'll die if you follow meI'm like poison so come and swallow meLocked in your mind, a funky rhyme and I bustedBut when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust itDr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mindIt's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when you're blindSome say I'm the devil, but it's really all in your headAnd they say when I play I roll over and play deadA funky, funky rhyme is what I gotA sellout is what I'm notBoomin' words from hell is hot, dissin' me will get you shotEsham affiliate of Reel Life ProductionAll the suckers dissin' me, ***** 'em'Cause my homicidal vital recital is still saidAnd when I wake the dead the I play deadAnd I'm not dead and then I knock 'em out'Cause dissin' me on a record ain't what it's all aboutMother*****ers wanna come up and then they dumb upSo get to the gat and put the *****in' drum upNigga how you figure you was bigger than a giantTryin' to diss the undissable so keep tryin'Pick a pack a mags so get fitted for your bodybagYou wanna do it like me? Let your words dragYou're bound to catch 17 in the headSo you better fake death or play deadYou put the mic in the wrong hands then you get meA nigga that's hooked on A-C-I-DI can't go to sleep at night, I get hypedSee you wanna dance with the devil in the holy lightWouldn't give a ***** if my records didn't sell'Cause I'm goin' to hell with Pattie LabelleFlorence Nightingale, sippin' on aleThe devil's in the soup as the witches swap tailsCan't save my soul as I was toldDropped outta school at 16 years oldThe mic is in my hand, the ***** is on my tipNiggaz wanna know am I a blood or a cryptDon't push me 'cause I'm close to the edgePlayin' Russian Roulette with a gun to my headSnub nose grade me one peace a leadSo if I win I guess I can't play dead
