Life Is Peachy

Living life, don't you cry. My life -- pain is God.
Many nights, painful thoughts occur. Love me -- again I'm wrong.

In denial I tried to be your friend. I tried to be a good boy.
All I see, a hate deep inside. Startle me, someone save me.

Now these memories
Still I hide
They bury me

All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x4)

Looking back I was never ever right. You were my step
mom who always wanted me out of your sight. I would come walkin' in and
I'd say, 'Hello,' but you'd slap me and make some fucked-up comment about
my clothes. But I tried to let it pass, but the pictures in my head were
with you with a knife up your ass laying dead. So I popped some more caps
in your ass. Now your son is such a fuck -- motherfucking bitch never try
to play me!

You make my life -- not so....

All I want to do....
Is kill you....
(x2)

All I want to do.... (you are not my real mother)
Is kill you.... (so I beat and stab and fuck her)
(x2)

Wish! You! Were dead! Now!

How.... I know

How can I cry over someone I never loved?
How can I cry over someone I never loved?
Never loved.... Never loved

Yo Chuck! We got running mixes.... in the headphones
Ah ha ha ha ha!

Wicked!

Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know
that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody
jumping to the voodoo. You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and
my mob got a truck full of 9's. Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday
for the a-hole

Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it's a must to duck, duck, duck,
before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no
your never gonna get it, cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills, and
I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin' at the pad just chillin',
Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger
done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'Neal.
Wicked, wreckin' baby I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson
out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a deuce then
I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with
a happy grin, going flat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around, all
you see is big black boots steppin', use my steel toe as a weapon. And
it's awfully quiet you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick.
Ah, but that's nasty, 'cause I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New
York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork. Your sly, you pig,
dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasian, oh, your picket
signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I'm sitting at
the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy
like the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th was power to the people, you might
just see a sequel, 'cause police got equal pay, a horse is a pig that don't
fly straight. I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with
the pilgrims, I'm through with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get
out...

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Uh!

Why can't I decide why my feelings I hide?
Always screwing with my mind, a thorn in my spine.
Oh sure, it feels fine, wasting all our time.
In the back of my mind, a thorn in my spine.

Wait! See it before my eyes.
Why? Do I turn away?

Looking all the time, at your face so blind.
Feeling uptight, always the same fight.
Hey man now decide, go ahead take your time.
Kissing all the time, that thorn in my spine.

Wait! You cannot see inside
Why! Play yourself out that way
Why! You and me always hate
Wait! Weren't you my friend?

The pain in which I could not feel!

Hey man look inside, now you need your own life.
Remember me guy? That thorn in your spine.
Waiting all the time, I'm doing mighty fine.
Remember me guy? The thorn in your spine.

Wait! You cannot see inside.
Why? Play yourself out that way
Why? You and me always hate
Wait! Weren't you my friend

Wait! You were my friend.

Pain!

Buried so far away. Into my life of nothing

Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!

I am so high always. Burying my life so slowly.

Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!

It opens my mind to feelings. Can't face bottom without something.

Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!

Re-entering my head, feeling like I'm God
With the world around me, can't you feel this pain?
Ripping through my heart! Screaming through my mind!
Nothing I can kill! Screaming a...
Lie! I! Am!

Can't you tear my eyes out?
Can't you take my heart?

Away to heart

Good-bye...

Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole this big
So I dig a hole this...

Pain, pain, pain...

Scat Version

you not rrrh rot
dot n dot n dot per rot
dot n not n dot per

n dot chi cot n dot rrr ah
dot dot ki o ma gri a dot
dot ers a pa ta ko

some play to we
a dot think up a bite rah
sometimes you might
ooh ooh rrrh
we thought we might

dot be mer hot something
what are you ma ah
do bro what are mines is
dot ooh ooh
rot in dot n bite
ooh na na er na he
woo hoo rah
ate no hoo dot er ha
ya dot im wer rah

Twist

Lyrics Version

You're not the right one dumb damn rapper
Not the right goddamn
Who are you to rap shit take off
And who says you're right
On top you think you'r bomb artista
But you're bent out of oooo right
Suck my dick
But don't you think that you're oooo right
Sometimes things might make me ooo ooo it makes me mad
And when it happens fuck it
Rugged in mind a hint by bite
Why does it not exist in you?
Right, shit, why hit in yet another day
Woo hoo right
It's not woo hoo right
But you'r wrong

Twist

Put me in right now make mad
Prove that you're right
Somehow you're not right, huh
But that doesn't make me mad
Right now you're beggin' for a little brew
All night
Yeah it's so simple
I had some Red Dog, you hand over it

Twist