Imaginary Places Songtext

[Busdriver] I'm just here to hold your hand when you die and to show you around Imaginary Places Putting many lumps on my bloody stump Edible habits so I bit the perfect circle Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet I'll shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace How did you do it? I don't know, I'm OK! Every person I know is a secret sorta agent Cuz I'm accused of lewd conducts All prove hard to rate the prompts(?) Any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin A funny farm a coo-coo but they need a villain I'm just here to hold your hand when you die There is not a sicker person that can do it better No need to skip it in my eco system But in the audience of me being evil Christian H.M. know how I hate him so But he charged me for a halo But I'm on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk of a sky mirror I'll go crazy with a mud pie I play dead songs on the sill screen Iron my shirt it is a chill dream It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it straight up from the center finally fair-well I'm just here to hold your hand when you die and to give your assault rifle a banana clip Flow in the dark when I stroll in the park giving everybody informative pamphlets No sign of life for as far as I can see Everybody's just charred meat up in the car seat "Eat shit and die" to the secret spy Cuz I have this funny feeling that I'm being watched 24-hour surveillance Money or power or ailments Why'd they send the medical that he shimmered me the hammer it was way too much you coulda went and had 200? I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot Late market closed, and the irk on her nose Turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts She's had no love for the thought that she was She doesn't love me cuz I don't have the right hair cut I'm miss-understood, I just face it, I'm no good! But I will not apologize for anything that I say My name is Mr. Busdriver This is the producer, Paris We did not embarrass to admit that we were purchasing a bit of our own Imaginary Place!! Kids...if you want to piss off your parents show interest in the arts.. Kids...if you REALLY want to piss off your parents buy real estate in an Imaginary Place...oh yes.. OK, OK, alright! Yea...now...move! (DJ cuts and scratches) Guess I gotta do my shout outs now.. (Peace to...) I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Paris and Daddy care, they'll also be there too I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Unless you get the ?senamums? to her we'll help you I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Shoulda been an empire Hip-Hop clan too I'm just here to hold your hand to die I'm just here to hold your hand when you Just here to hold your hand.. when you die..