Flatline - Esham

Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline

Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline

Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline

Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline

Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline

Once it’s gonna come and getchya

Hitchya with the razor slitchya

UnHoly, niggas need to stay up off my dick though

Sick though, when I hitchya with the wicked rhyme

Stickin’it in your mind, rewind the Flatline

Unload, explode, here’s the new episode

Paranoia, can’t do nuttin for ya Helter skelter, mind melter, if I feltchya

If I die, I’m goin to Hell, who do ya tell?

Run from the Devil, gotta shovel, gravedigga

How you gonna kill a dead nigga, if you figure I’m dead?

Here’s the oops upside ya head

Here’s a hot piece a lead, an instead I walk the Flatline

If I’m on the Flatline’s, it means I’m 'bout to lose my mind

Death is the seventh sign, and I’m runnin’outta time, so check this

I’m a suicidalist, that means I ain’t afraid to die

If I play the game of death, that means I play the game to die

Russian roulette, hit my two and reenact the fooly

Unruly, you’ll see me lose my cool G Click, click, click, click, clickity, click, click

Cock the hammer, and when it slams, God damn, (gunshot) bam

Flatline… Flatline…Flatline…Flatline

Well I walk the Flatlines and I’m 'bout to lose my grip

Gotta gun in my hand, wrapped around my finger tips

If I slip then I might catch a hole in my head

Sceamin’out bloody redrum, for somethin I said um My minds goin Bedlam, flash backs of Rambo

So much pressure, I grab the ammo off my dresser

I’m shakin', I start to tremble, for Jack Me Nimble

My mind starts crashin’like a symbol, and I’m in limbo

To calm me down I think I better count to ten

But I only made it to nine, I did a Flatline