Lyrics
Tha diagnosis of my psycosis,is not givin a fuck,now roll this,leave ya in a state of hypnosis,deadly lethal doses//
affirmative actionz,can I get in tha game?,I know you seen me around, but you dont even know my name//
Dirty Harry bitch alias 2 fingaz, like to orchastrate more drama than Jerry Springer//
a dead ringer, ya hit tha nail on tha head,put on concussion statis,not dead...Id rather torture your bitch ass instead//
nautous feelin,Texas Chainsaw inspired,pullin hot pokerz from tha fire, got me feelin kinda tired//
need to get wired, but fuck amphetaminez,Im poppin Vicodin,Tequilla,Mescalin,Marijauna and Antihystamines//
CHORUS: Poppin off shit, comin sicc wit it, dont trip while I rip, Im jus tearin up shit,
5-0-3 unlisted,twisted,still too hard to find,lyrics drainin from my spine, your almost outta time....
now tha room'z spinnin,mean mugg gone, Im jus grinnin,bout to do some sinning, all nutz no glory Im winnin//
victimizin, beheadin,shreddin, rippin your body apart,You thought I had tha siccness, Its only tha start......
tip back tha 40 ounce bottle feelin energized, upgrade my statis like McDonalds super size//
break and enterin, to a 187 homicide,self afflicted suicide,cover up my murder ride,adrenaline pumpin high//
snappin tha ankles of my enemies,sippin on some Hennessey,concience has no part of me,is this my destiny?//
Have I lost it, am I really capable to kill?,maybe Ill try it for tha rush.........do it for tha thrill//
Jus a sick individual, talkin that crazy shit, get too close to me, I may bite off your lip,//
then rip flesh,puncture wounds across your chest fuck a vest,Im aimin at your face and shootin up tha whole N.W.//
pop lyrical bullets, spittin hollow tip hot breath, seein doubles after smokin weed derived from death.........
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able amble homicidal flowz, so cold it snowz, fuck tha minors,strait to proz, in tha line-up Im tha one you chose//
I mumble psyco-active lyrics at a low pitch so you can barely hear it,slippin in puddlez of blood....now watch me smear it//
puttin it on like war paint,prepare for a crime scene, suicidal tendacies turnin your liver green,
like a bad habit, alcohol addict,hidin fifths in tha addict, dab nabit push hollow tips to your lips you silly rabbit//
I keep a hostage in tha basement, but I dont feed him,beat his ass wit razor wire, choke'em, then I bleed'em//
mistreat him, cuz Im a sicc muthafucca, choppin off finger tipz, get your throat slit, a mob hit, a human corpse picnic//
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