(feat. Bizarre)



[Chorus: King Gordy]

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Time to die)



[Verse 1: King Gordy]

All the stories I'm livin. Paintin portraits of me being hanged

and tortured by midgets. Am I worth the minion?

Life of a skitzo

that's playin a normal person. Hides it so good though

He's prayin with you at church and he's takin your kids to football

games, your favorite neighbor

Who really just wants to cook your brains, and taste 'em later

I'm that guy at that McDonald's that be serving your food

You heard the news. Local worker done murdered to morning crew

God told me to do it. I'm deaths angel

Calm only when doing that Mary Jane girl

The nicest person that you never want to meet

Has to restrain himself from killing everyone he sees

Blastin your brain with shells, hittin seven of your peeps

A bastard that made hell, I'm who the devil wants to be

Black magic, I'm sayin spells hoping the dead will come to me

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun



[Chorus: King Gordy]

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)



[Verse 2: King Gordy]

Ongoing investigations

I've been compared to Jason

Though he's for choppin up fourteens by the lake

For God sakes

their only fourteen

Eyes open like they wide awake been dead for four weeks

Smokin weed takin threonine

Death is certain. Help me please, thinkin morbid things

Self murder was corsin through my veins

Horrible, hurts the brain

Listen to Jimi Hendrix. Worshippin Kurt Cobain

The ghetto Edgar Allan Poe

Sever your head with a staff to the throat

You're better off dead. Roll his ashes to smoke

A sorry orphan kid that lived in foster homes

Starved and torn man. Wish he had some parents of his own

Now he walks the streets. Everyday thirsty for blood

He been stalkin me, everyday running for us

Give me some more lithium, I have the urge to bury shit

I need some help for this, I got to stop killing my therapist



[Chorus: King Gordy]

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)



[Verse 3: Bizarre]

I'm supposed to be playing professional hockey

Short and stocky. With a hook like Rocky

I'm deadly than full blown AIDs

Matta fact, I got full blown AIDs from fuckin John Bennet

My little girl got a heat exhaustion

I thought that she would be alive after two weeks in Boston

Sexy women... I fucking hate

Tie me up with a rope and feed me corn flakes

My grandmother... She just turned 75

For a gift I'm giving her a black eye

Sex offender who calls himself Ronald

Jacking my dick, watching the excersise channel

My mother... she's a known slut

My job is ear her pussy and make sure the grass is cut (Like this mommy?)

On Van Dyke and Harper eatin a big baby

It's not a hamburger... It's a fucking old lady



[Chorus: King Gordy]

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)

I'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)