Further from Truth

My styles are Grundy gritty and crusted with mold

My body is a shell inside is a tortured soul

Waiting to grab a hold of everything you that know

And casually throw it all right out the window

I return from the beyond again with a shovel on my shoulder

And a photograph of him from the dark backwards

Counter clockwards

A lot of the words that I said they went unheard

Buried in the casket tucked under the earth

For so long with hopes that no one would get hurt

From this raging retard

Riddled with bullet holes when you're different

That's how it goes

I understand do you

If you were in a situation that's mine

You'd probably go on pretending everything is fine

But that phony feeling couldn't be further from truth

When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

That phony feeling couldn't be further from truth

Dirty like the earth And young b***hes that lift skirts

To pay college funds or get they nails done

We all human got to do what we gotta to do

From flipping a couple birds to turning a trick or two

Or slapping a trick or three for imitating a G

Rapping in the mirror while they bumping my LP

Imitation is flattery that what they tell me

But you ain't thug you can't sell me nope

Chorus 4x

When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

That phony feeling couldn't be further from truth

A beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids

A mortician playing your song upon the organ

I'll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammer

At this point now the anger is all that really matters

Busted the clock threw the numbers away in my dreams

So I'm haunted by new miracle messages what do they mean

Whatever it is is probably wrong

There's a hole in my head and thoughts do linger too long

And then I get branded as a walking mistake

And all I wanted was a piece of the cake and some ice cream

Would a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares

Speaking on deaf ears to people who don't really care

We throw it all away in garbage bring it back

Clean it up after the commentary and serve us a track

What ever they want they gonna get that's besides the point

Meanwhile many motherf**kers platinum off of club joints

And it's all f**ked up right now

And it's all f**ked up right now

And it's all f**ked up right now

When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

Chorus 4x

When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit

That phony feeling couldn't be further from truth