CHRONIC – Dead Orse

CHRONIC Dead Orse

CHRONIC – Dead Orse Lyrics

Artist: CHRONIC
Song: Dead Orse

Never-Never-Never lacking on the beat
Don’t sleep cuz I’m up all night with a pack of the weed
Bags to the fiends, chillin with a bad lil B
Just a cooked cunt little sh#t teen

Too high like a zombie, zombie when I bomb beats
b#tches on me, on me
No cap
Only rap when I’m manic, getting too scattered so I panic

Rhymes are frantic, yea they come automatic
Kinda tragic when cunts tryna match it
Getting too lit like a matchstick
I wanna kill myself

What’s worse, here or hell? I’m never feeling well
f#cked up since a young kid, dumb b#tch f#cked me up like the drugs did
Always up and down, that’s my BPD
Making tracks like an mp3

Wack cats just envy me, spilling dope lines like some tetley tea
But, have you seen the f#ckin news?
There’s this new lad from Perth and he’s known for pulling beugs
Insane prophet, making profit too

His brains copped it, busting out like some veins popping
Leaving hoes wet like when the rain’s dropping
Sticks and cones, they get me stoned
In this void that I float comatosed, got no friends only foes

In the end, no one knows if they’re snakes slithering the grass through the blades
Thinking bout my past through the day
Sip another glass and decay, I take another pill and waste away aye
I’ve got my own secret little private demons

It’s reason that I’m hearing screaming when I’m sleepin
Grab my keys and tires screeching now I’m speeding
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Then that f#ckin voice is coming back, it’s been there since the gack

Always sayin that I’m wack, always sayin this n that
Take my life or smoke this weed
I ain’t free but that’s fine by me
Chillin with my Gs with the pound of the green

And a couple racks gone buying dope all week
OxyMorons killing every beat that we see
Gotta love everybody f#cking over me
Set sail like sea, gonna be free

Rope tight, got a noose on my bed G
My mind ain’t feeling like the best now, got stress in my chest
I’m depressed about my being and my cousin threw his life away
I think about that sh#t like every single f#cking day

That’s why i don’t care what you f#cking say
All shit-talking p#ss#
Go run away
The cloth that I’m cut from is sold out b#tch

f#ck it, my whole outfit, you couldn’t hold that sh#t
Rapping’s my sole outlet, so best believe I’m going all out kid
Have you surrounded, rounded and bounded
Counted for thousands, I sound in the foulest

Cowards are outed, unfounded and found dead
I told them f#ck it imma do this sh#t and take it large
I don’t want my dreams die with me in the graveyard
I play hard but play smart, I safeguard

Hit the brakes fast if you’re tryna leave my face scarred
Won’t act like my mates armed but we stay sharp
How you gamble your life when you can’t even play your cards?
My life’s up and down like Carousel rides

My squad got no squares, got no lattice cell ties
And JAY grind for sick as hell rhymes
Like vegetarians, me and fake cunts are parallel lines
Shine bright like Perth City neon nights or Xenon lights

f#ck let it be on sight
‘Cause tell me how you know what it’s like to be on ice?
m#th*rf#ck*r, I’m a Machine like Demond Price
Never took advice from anyone who never lived the consequence

Just me and my A-alikes we’re on the course for bombing sh#t
Rock the Alfredo shirt with Adidas shorts
They got me trapped me in a war, before I’d crack at the wall
And that’s a fact, I’m appalled, but f#ck that

I spat the facts I uphold and bust raps
I shoot to score but never cocked a gun back and that’s all
Don’t give a f#ck if the stacks don’t come fat
Cunt I’m a scumbag who’s just that

Don’t give a f#ck if you pop peeps like confetti
Your sex slave best bae’s a headache, she’s stressy
I got people asking “Who’s that kid with bars?” A loner
Cause your pen game’s messy and my pen game Messi

One take
My mind been flooding with these thoughts
Cut across I’ve been skipping whole course
Every f#cker beating money out the horse

Everybody beating money out the dead horse
My mind been flooding with these thoughts
Cut across I’ve been skipping whole course
Every f#cker beating money out the horse

Everybody beating money out the dead horse
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From the album:
Hill Side – Single
Release Year: 1992