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(Violent J)
The first time, I didnt even feel guilty
Never washed off, stayed blood and filthy
Just laid there next to the kid all night
Kind of soaking it all in, and feeling alright
I wasnt even old enough to drive yet, it was hell
I had to put him on my handlebars and dump him down a well
I try to feed off of that until I couldnt anymore
By my sixteenth birthday, my total had grown to four.
(Monoxide)
I aint afraid of you, but be afraid of me
Cause when the lights go down, there aint no stopping me
Memories of my first real killing
They found her all tied up, just hanging from the ceiling.
What I was feeling was just so dark and twisted
I couldnt believe I just did this.
Now Im stuck in my very own private Hell
Will I ever do it again? Time will tell.
(Chorus)
My first time
I was in control until the blood
It was my first time
The blood mess I had to clean up
It was my first time
I know this aint right
It was my first time
I finally took someone elses life
(sh*ggy 2 Dope)
Every time I lay my as* down to sleep
I pray to fk these memories seize
blood face and final breaths taken
But the first, uh, what was I thinking?
Just a piece of rope and a pair of hands
I wasn't mad, but she kept talking man
Suffocation, due to not breathing
I choked her for the very first time for no reason.
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
It was eleven on my clock, I remember that much
In the graveyard waiting for the dope man to show up
Ten minuets pasts, and theres still no sign
Just then off in the night, I see some headlights
A car rolls by, driving slow and I dont know
I thought it was my folk, I aint pulled the .44
They stopped the ride, started blasting
The fist time I didnt pull the heat
d*mn, this what happened
(Chorus)
My first time
I was in control until the blood
It was my first time
The blood mess I had to clean up
It was my first time
I know this aint right
It was my first time
I finally took someone elses life
(Madrox)
First time my knife touched skin
And the red blood started flowing so quick I just couldnt quit
Kept stabbing until everything that I seen was red
The pillow, the blankets, the walls, and even the bed
One color dominating everything like contemporary art
Am I the killer or artist with blood heart?
Then I curled into a ball in the corner of the room
Feeling like a creep in the light of the moon.
(Anybody Killa)
If I took this gun and put a hole in your chest
It wont compare to the first time I put someone to rest
Kind of like a dream, but on a nightmare level
Every time I think about it I can still hear the shovel
Diggin deep into the dirt to try to hide the pain
Knowing I got away with something Ill regret in the end
I really shouldnt have never done it
But fk it, I did him in
The first person that I killed was my first best friend
(Chorus)
My first time
I was in control until the blood
It was my first time
The blood mess I had to clean up
It was my first time
I know this aint right
It was my first time
I finally took someone elses life
Someone elses life first
Someone elses life