Låttexter: Esham. Closed Casket. Slug From 45.

I caught me a slug from a .45, now i gotta take a dive. I'm suicidal, I'm trying not to stay alive. Voices in my head keep tellin' me they wanna kill me, and bullets from this gun keep tellin' me they wanna fill me. I'm sick of it and I should be so I take it kinda critical. Pyscho like a madman in a hospital. Put you know you wanna put 'em in me, put 'em in me do it quick. Then put me in the ground with my balls and my dick.

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I caught a slug from a .45. x4

Slug from a .45 was my call of death, I tried to squeeze the trigger but there was no bullets left. A hole in my head, a fuckin' hole in my head, bury me alive but I'm better off dead. Damn, I feel like I wanna die, and murder's by alibi. I know that I'm gonna die, when more bullets fly. Should I put the barrel in my mouth and close my eyes. A man never cries when he ties a knot.

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I caught a slug and got drugged. My brain got dug. I heard chug-a-lug when my head squirted blood. My body beatin' bad but my but my body bled, and when I squirt I'll say I'm pointin' it at my own head. I wonder why I did it did it, why I did I done it. I played the game of death and now I guess I finally won it. I never front it but I frontin' for the fact of ill. Dead men never say goodbye, guess I'll see ya ass in hell.

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I caught a slug. x5
I caught a slug from a .45.