Hangin' On By A Thread

[Hook] Hey, I’m hanging on by a thread People walk away from me for wrong that I said Memories like ghosts still haunting my head Tryin to change my ways but I’ll stay armed till I’m dead (uh-oh) Hey I’m hanging on by a thread Girls should walk away from me for wrong that I did Memories like ghosts still haunting my head Tryin to change my ways but I’ll stay armed till I’m dead (uh-oh) [Verse 1] I’m hanging on by a thread People looking at me like whats wrong with this kid I guess I didn’t realize the harm that it did Cause everybody thought that I was stronger than this What happened to the passion Yeah fashion He was smashing with the conquering fist King Kong with a twist Thank god my addiction wasn't longer than this I admit it yeah this song sound possessed and suppressed But Madchild’s back not worn i'm still super Orange stormtrooper with the strength to lift my group up in a four door or a Ford coupe with the roof down Nobody wanna hear their favorite group with a new sound I understand why the fan became anxious I don’t wanna hear the Beastie Boys become gangsters I promise that there gonna be no more tricks It wasn’t me, it was the devil red 6 6 6 [Hook] Hey, I’m hanging on by a thread People walk away from me for wrong that I said Memories like ghosts still haunting my head Tryin to change my ways but I’ll stay armed till I’m dead (uh-oh) I’m hanging on by a thread Girls walk away from me for wrong that I did Memories like ghosts still haunting my head Tryin to change my ways but I’ll stay armed till I’m dead (uh-oh) [Verse 2] Flyin' blue unicorns, blonde Japanese girls in private schools uniforms I don’t really know who I am anymore By now I should probably have a family of four Devil on my patio then ran through my door Bit me then he kicked me, beat me down to the floor I remember rocking shows fans on the floor Now I’m sitting on the couch with my hand down my drawers Now I’m the joke to my friends Instead of Pepsi in a Beamer Doin' coke in a Benz Still the shit when I hit bars The adrenaline I spit with could lift cars I've never met an animal I didn’t like But almost every man I bang em with the hammer and a spike Last five years down the drain, I’m in a pickle I do whatever like I’m Russian, hammer and a sickle Brain broken like I forgot the alphabet Thank God for Evidence and Alchemist Rob The Viking Madlib and Joey Chavez Fuck the mainstream dawg we the A-Team This is Clockwork Orange Everything I'm making dope like clockwork form Fuck you, fuck her, fuck him, and fuck them!