[Chorus - King Gordy]nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Time to die)nn[Verse 1 - King Gordy]nAll the stories I'm livin. Paintin portraits of me being hangednand tortured by midgets. Am I worth the minion?nLife of a skitzonthat's playin a normal person. Hides it so good thoughnHe's prayin with you at church and he's takin your kids to footballngames, your favorite neighbornWho really just wants to cook your brains, and taste 'em laternI'm that guy at that McDonald's that be serving your foodnYou heard the news. Local worker done murdered to morning crewnGod told me to do it. I'm deaths angelnCalm only when doing that Mary Jane girlnThe nicest person that you never want to meetnHas to restrain himself from killing everyone he seesnBlastin your brain with shells, hittin seven of your peepsnA bastard that made hell, I'm who the devil wants to benBlack magic, I'm sayin spells hoping the dead will come to menI'm all alone in my basement with a gunnn[Chorus - King Gordy]nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)nn[Verse 2 - King Gordy]nOngoing investigationsnI've been compared to JasonnThough he's for choppin up fourteens by the lakenFor God sakesntheir only fourteennEyes open like they wide awake been dead for four weeksnSmokin weed takin threoninenDeath is certain. Help me please, thinkin morbid thingsnSelf murder was corsin through my veinsnHorrible, hurts the brainnListen to Jimi Hendrix. Worshippin Kurt CobainnThe ghetto Edgar Allan PoenSever your head with a staff to the throatnYou're better off dead. Roll his ashes to smokenA sorry orphan kid that lived in foster homesnStarved and torn man. Wish he had some parents of his ownnNow he walks the streets. Everyday thirsty for bloodnHe been stalkin me, everyday running for usnGive me some more lithium, I have the urge to bury shitnI need some help for this, I got to stop killing my therapistnn[Chorus - King Gordy]nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)nn[Verse 3 - Bizarre]nI'm supposed to be playing professional hockeynShort and stocky. With a hook like RockynI'm deadly than full blown AIDsnMatta fact, I got full blown AIDs from fuckin John BennetnMy little girl got a heat exhaustionnI thought that she would be alive after two weeks in BostonnSexy women... I fucking hatenTie me up with a rope and feed me corn flakesnMy grandmother... She just turned 75nFor a gift I'm giving her a black eyenSex offender who calls himself RonaldnJacking my dick, watching the excersise channelnMy mother... she's a known slutnMy job is ear her pussy and make sure the grass is cut (Like this mommy?)nOn Van Dyke and Harper eatin a big babynIt's not a hamburger... It's a fucking old ladynn[Chorus - King Gordy]nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (I'm so high)nI'm all alone in my basement with a gun. (Pull the trigger, pull the trigger) (Time to die)