Cobwebs in My Attic

*******gy 2 *******:

Cobwebs in my

Attic Intro:

What? WHAT??

What the *******!

You know what time it is man?

Alright...

Now?? ******* greedy mother

******!!!

*******! Lord help me

Break me of this dirty habit

Lord help me

Clean the cobwebs out my attic

X2 Cold sweats, shake 'em off

I'm dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots

Hallucinations are comin' to real life

Reflections of my face in the back of a butcher knife

Time after time in the middle of the night

I stare at the ceiling but

I lose sight

I said my prayers and

I tuck myself in tight

My bed still shakes, somethin' ain't right

Oh *******t it's

Claud, I tend to forget

It's way passed midnight and he ain't ate yet

No way *******,

I'm almost outta pills

And you already went through my last 3 refills

Don't tell me what to do, *******

I'm on it.

Still got that girl from last week in the closet.

Good, he's straight, that's just fine

But what the *******

I'm supposed to do in the mean time??

Lord help me

Break me of this dirty habit

Lord help me

Clean the cobwebs out my attic

X2 Coffee shop opens,

I'm already in the corner

Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder

I've been up for days,

Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes

My skin's pale and flushed

Only moments in my life

I recall bein' happy

Reppin' the hotties,

Tap a 'lil nappy.

Insanity set up and tried to catch me

My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me.

Everywhere

I look there's no sign of my soul

So my sights is set to fill that empty hole

That's where he comes in.

Yeah, him again.

Claud mastered the art of body desposalin'

He don't want *******t, just a little snack

His belly gets full, and me?

I get my life back

So hopefully today like all the years passed

I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath.

Lord help me

Break me of this dirty habit

Lord help me

Clean the cobwebs out my attic

X2 You, you, you.

It's always about you, ain't it?

Not this time,

NOT this time!!

This time it's about me,

ME!!!! Medication's wearin' off

I hear sirens

Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires

Quit playin'

Claud, I ain't *******' around!

A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out

A week musta passed, hm,

I suppose

I'm in a dank ass padded room with no clothes

Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone

This might be hell ta you, but

I'm right at home!

Lord help me

Break me of this dirty habit

Lord help me

Clean the cobwebs out my attic

X2 (I'm right at home! This might be hell ta you but I'm right at home!)