Thoughts

[Verse 1] I got a long list of kills, it requires a certain mix of skills I've acquired through long tests of wits and wills I need a fix that keeps me off of prescription pills When life has its ups and downs, or dips and hills I'm emotionless, I separate heart from mind I take the good with the bad, both parts combined They found one body the other wasn't far behind But she was a virgin and good girls are hard to find First kill in a long time, they thought I resigned But they both pointed back to me, like a rewind Led the cops to a pitfall, I laughed as they crashed Into a tunnel I painted on a brick wall I beat them by a landslide, but they found the body They said you can run, but you can't hide I ignore it, because I don't like gettin' rid of bodies The fun part's everything before it [Verse 2] There's two guns on my upper thighs One quits, the other tries, one shifts, the other drives One rinses, the other dries, whenever the shit gets real But y'all are all fake, ketchup on rubber knives The guns go hand-in-hand, one's blind but hears One listens, one watches, they're my eyes and ears If it's a problem, don't take it light, guns'll fix that Despite the fact two wrongs don't make it right The 9's are twins, I measured from wide to long But can't tell left from right or right from wrong Complete and utter matches, if one competes Let the other practice, one sweeps, the other catches One speaks, the other signs, one bleeds, the other cries My guns read each other's minds When they start syncin', bullets spray in your direction But don't hate 'em, they're sayin' what we're all thinkin' [Verse 3] I don't know who has to die It's whoever happens to catch an eye We make mistakes, you live and learn, you laugh and cry Every passer-by looks like a potential kill It's like starin' at apple pie in the window sill I'm at a distance, I'm almost invisible watchin' But I'm not a Peepin' Tom, I'm window shoppin' Life is short, you're dying from the time you're born And life goes on and so forth and so on When it's all been said, I won't have any grievances I've learned to live with my demons like walking dead I've seen a lot of crime, if I'm an eye witness I keep my thoughts to myself, I mind my business I got prisoners all over, my life's havoc Some inside the basement, some hide in the attic One's free to leave but she believes she's paralyzed When it's nothing wrong with her, it's psychosomatic