Bleed it Out/Reading My Eyes/Drum Solo/A Place for My Head(Live)

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line 
Throw ‘em up and let something shine 
Going out of my [bad word] mind 
Filthy mouth, no excuse 
Find a new place to hang this noose 
String me up from atop these roofs 
Knot it tight so I won’t get loose 
 [bad word] is, you can stop and stare  [bad word] myself out and no one cares 
Dug the trench out, laid down there 
With a shovel up that’ll reach somewhere 
Yeah, someone pour it in 
Make it a dirt dance floor again 
Say your prayers and stomp it out 
When they bring that [bad word] in 

I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away 

I bleed it out, go, stop the show 
Drop your words and let sloppy flow 
Shotgun, opera, lock and load 
 [bad word] it back and then watch it go 
Mama, help me, I’ve been cursed 
Death is rollin’ in every verse 
Candy paint on his brand new hearse 
Can’t contain him, he knows he works 
 [bad word]  this hurts, I won’t lie 
Doesn’t matter how hard I try 
Half the words don’t mean a thing 
And I know that I won’t be satisfied 
So I try ignoring him 
Make it a dirt dance floor again 
Say your prayers and stomp it out 
When they bring that [bad word] in 

I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away 

I bleed it out, I’ve opened up these scars 
I’ll make you face this 
I’ve pulled myself so far 
I’ll make you face this now

The microphone molester / machete undresser
Stupid-dope-fresh-type [bad word] ressurrector
Top gun / miramar / best of the best-er
The leave-an-emcee-peace-in-rest-er
Skill tester / the flex-the-gun-ner
The make-funner / the [bad word] ner
Make summer / cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be the prophet / my hand / top it?
Stop it / fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this preverse verse
Every [bad word] #39; curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds / physical fitness rhymes
Cokeheads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines / my battalion rocks
Emcees [bad word] silhouhettes of chalk

I watch how the moon sits in the sky
On a dark night shining with the light from the sun 
The sun doesn't give light to the moon 
Assuming the moon's going to owe it one 
It makes me think of how you act to me 
You do favors and then rapidly 
You just turn around and start asking me about 
Things you want back from me 

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger 
Sick of you acting like I owe you this 
Find another place to feed your greed 
While I find a place to rest [x2]

'cause you try to take the best of me 
Go away (8x)

I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away 
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away