Sickological - Twisted Insane

Jackin' on my d**k with the blood from the chick that I split

I am that nympho

I gotta make sure that she dead when I f**k a n***a b***h

'cos a n***a really love that

Scissor the b***hes p***y and put it on the blades of the Killah

Tellin' ya where the slugs at

Fallin' up out the p***y with the rest of the razor blades for the Killah

Brainsick

I am the demon if you wanna keep pretendin' I will keep runnin' up into your home

'fore the time go

And I walked up in that muthaf**ka hanging on your WIFE and you DAUGHTER and your SON with a blindfold

Movin' through the hall whackin' and then starin' from bedroom to bedroom keep peepin' 'em

Trippin' and just feindin' to eat

But I know that I smell the blood of an Englishman

And have a mothaf**ka coming

Suitable to get the rest of the body ready for the stomach

Saw this s**t on TV

An' turned around and told the homie that I already have done it

Already off the gin

Finna be off of sin

Creepin' around the den

Gettin' faded on tha mothaf**kin' block

Puffin' up on a blunt

N***as don't wanna stunt

Pull up and get dumped

You will and everyone you know is gettin' shot

'cos I'mma be some nutcase

Murder murder whatchu talkin' 'bout

I'm ready to see whatchu was about

And homie we can touch

Bases

And look into the eyes of the devil and you gon' weep without a doubt

'cos n***a I'm a PSYCHO

Lookin' up under the bed for bloody bodies in my visions

And I give a f**k what n***as say about me cos a mothaf**ka's always ready to bust slugs with precision

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'need go head and let me shoot that mothaf**ka

I just keep dumpin on 'em BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

SERVED you mothaf**kas

Droppin' like flies 40 droppin' cigarette droppin' n***as tryna run

Some n***as want me to gas and rap fast all the time

Some n***as want me to slow up so they can hear every line

But I'm a-619

South East San Diego

You come up in that fine line you get your brains mixed with prego

I ain't no b***h a*s n***a

I ain't no gay a*s phony

I ain't you

I ain't scared of no n***a to come for me homie

These n***as rap that s**t

Kill n***as

But they ain't clack they s**t

I'm official they prolly in they house with some big fat b***h

I love when n***as hate

And got my name in they taste

But when I'm all in they face

This is all that they say

'I love your s**t I love your spit

You's the reason I rap

I love this song I love that song'

And all of that crap

I don't give a f**k 'bout my life

So what makes you think

I give a solitary f**k

About your wife and kids

I wipe the blood with the bin

And take a s**t on your face

I ain't no mothaf**kin' joke

You get your life erased

N***a

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