End of the Line

It is the end of the line
 I'm bout to do all my time
 Foo, it's the end of the line
 I've got to do all my time
 It's the end of the line
 I've gots to do all my time
 Foo, it's the end of the line
 I've gots to to all my time
 Foo, it's the end of the line
 I gots to do all my time
 Foo, it's the end of the line
 I gots to do all my time
 Foo, it's the end of line
 I've gots to do all my time
 Step one
 I'm goin through so much stress
 Get it out my head, two
 Repent all my fuckin sins
 But what my chance? Three
 I violate my steeper wrong
 For blowin smoke
 Once it up my nose
 But the Devil tryin'a steal my soul, oh no
 Say, is it the worsest this shit is gonna get? Oh yeah
 I'm tired of this runnin, can't get no fuckin rest, the bed
 Is where I'm supposed to lay my head
 But his heads whippin eggs
 Won't you take me from this darkness
 Tryin'a catch me is like a world-wide party
 Full of masked-murderers as worse as Bin Laden
 Drugged cause I'm mad, plus I'm gone and I'm sick
 I was raised by the government, as a cold Satanist
 Age sixteen, I sold my soul to the Devil
 And in return, he gave me fame, fortune, pleasure
 Gave it back to God, now I'm down in a ditch
 'For I started this shit, tooken by Triple-Six
 Hahahaha
 I gave you life, fame, fortune, women, pleasure!
 A contract's a contract, you fucking fool!
 Look at you now, you must want a fucking god, that won't give you shit!
 You're through, Paul, Juicy, Lord, Crunchy and even Boo!
 They shall suscede, and watch you fall, which the way you came
 No one is to blame, fuck it
 You see what you're going through
 No fucking friends!
 You god-damn punk!
 Fuck a Koopsta Knicca man!
 It's O.V.!
 What the fuck you gonna do now man!?
 It's O.V.! (It's O.V.!)