Artist: Dungeon Masta Album: Wishful Thinking Song: No Sympathy Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Queen sample w/ Dungeon Masta ad-libs] I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm, easy come, easy go, little high, little low Easy come, easy go, little high, little low Easy come, easy go, little high, little low Easy come, easy go, little high, little low Easy come, easy go, little high, little low Mama, I just killed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life has just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away [Dungeon Masta] Yes, I'm here, duke to handle my business This ain't no laffy taffy shit, but you feel this It's been a long time, I gotta release this I constantly fight myself, good versus evil Sometimes I blackout and lash out at the wrong people And when I talk around these hideous duke, I'm lethal Why you treat me, and dread that way It's kinda sad I had to be that way, you piss me off When you told me, please don't blow 'em away Cuz it's way beyond fool, that niggas though I know are cool Music as a tool, it's only therapy to me I can't imagine what it's doing to you [Chorus w/ ad-libs] I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm, easy come, easy go, little high, little low Mama, I just killed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life has just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away [Dungeon Masta] I was so hungry, ate this bitch named "Cake" She had, damage control on the soul she take She loved to make it shake and make my little heart break And she don't play games when she masturbate Man, listen, I love to create And if I die, I hope she beat my dick at the wake It might sound strange though, but I live strange, yo I did in the park, I'm beggin' up the Range Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, man and ma, no suprise I must solidify, the patience of price, dunka her dunkaness I'm hard and strong, I don't give a fuck I bend you over and be like 'bitch, what?' Ma, chill and take a nappy sack Suprise, I let the ho back, nah, I'm Dungeon, man Ya'll shorties know it's not the takes But these are the breaks [Chorus] [Dungeon Masta] I'm no mystery, nigga I'm true I am me, I am you Cross me, that's a turning to peek-a-boo You don't wanna see me act out, causing panic End up making more souls drown like the Titanic I'm sorta like depressive, duke, I'm mantic Trust me, it won't hurt much, flesh feel weaker from the touch It can do me no such, it reaps you now, and Later on, go roll a dutch Before the pain and the torture, head above water Have you aggrivated, stressed out, wanna slaughter Make me wanna see a body burn at the altar [Chorus]