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Esham - Detroit Dogshit - Flatline
Detroit Dogshit
01. Mental Stress
02. Fear
03. Rockz Off
04. For All the Suicidalists
05. Get My Head Together
06. Acid
07. Losin My Religion
08. I'd Rather Be Dead
09. Momma Was a Junkie
10. Outcha Mind
11. Word After Word
12. The Wicket Shit
13. Pussy Ain't Got No Face
14. Devil's Groove
15. Maggot Brain Theory
16. I'll Be Glad When You Dead
17. 30 Birdz
18. S.O.M.D.
19. Flatline
20. Wake Da Dead
[Chorus]
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline
Once it's gonna come and getchya
Hitchya with the razor slitchya
UnHoly, niggas need to stay up off my dick though
Sick though, when I hitchya with the wicked rhyme
Stickin' it in your mind, rewind the Flatline
Unload, explode, here's the new episode
Paranoia, can't do nuttin for ya
Helter skelter, mind melter, if I feltchya
If I die, I'm goin to Hell, who do ya tell?
Run from the Devil, gotta shovel, gravedigga
How you gonna kill a dead nigga, if you figure I'm dead?
Here's the oops upside ya head
Here's a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk the Flatline
[Chorus]
If I'm on the Flatline's, it means I'm 'bout to lose my mind
Death is the seventh sign, and I'm runnin' outta time, so check this
I'm a suicidalist, that means I ain't afraid to die
If I play the game of death, that means I play the game to die
Russian roulette, hit my two and reenact the fooly
Unruly, you'll see me lose my cool G
Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, click
Cock the hammer, and when it slams, God damn, (gunshot) bam
[Chorus]
Flatline....Flatline....Flatline....Flatline
Well I walk the Flatlines and I'm 'bout to lose my grip
Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped around my finger tips
If I slip then I might catch a hole in my head
Sceamin' out bloody redrum, for somethin I said um
My minds goin Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo
So much pressure, I grab the ammo off my dresser
I'm shakin', I start to tremble, for Jack Me Nimble
My mind starts crashin' like a symbol, and I'm in limbo
To calm me down I think I better count to ten
But I only made it to nine, I did a Flatline
[Chorus]