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Genre
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Peak #5,777
Peak in subgenre #803
Author
M Playa
Rights
M Playa
Uploaded
May 27, 2004
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Lyrics
I'm mentally ill, voices still in my brain, fillin it wit insane thoughts of killin some game
People'll do fine, cuz when they're dyin or cryin it makes the demons that are livin in my mind feel fine
So lemme getta knife and cut up ya wife, endin her life thats been filled wit strife
And then cut out her eyes, whatta surprise, lookin at cataracts comin after her demise
One, two, I'm comin for you, better 3,4 lock your door
before 5,6 you get hit real quick, by 7,8 its too fuckin late
cuz I'mma hit you wit a bat or cap you wit the gat
Go BLAT BLAT til your fuckin blood goes SPLAT
Lay ya on ya fuckin back while we're laughin at that
Man its funny seein fat comin out ya ass
But I'll let you live another day cuz I like to play wit the kats that I hit in the ass wit gats
Or maybe you'll tell it to ya kids, about what Em Playa did to scar ya skin
Just begin wit how I got away that day, the 25th of May, is that okay?
without leavin a trace at ya place, leavin scarred memories ya fuckin mind can't erase
Call the fuckin authorities, cuz you're borin me, I want some more gory shit to add to the story
So I'mma steal ya fuckin truck, I don't give a fuck wit the gas pedal up under my chucks
Aw shucks, police behind me, so I step on the gas and tell em to come find me
so I kindly flick em off defiantly while laughin real hard wit the demons that are lyin inside me
Yo, can you feel my pain
Its drivin me insane
The urge to break some window panes is fuckin in my brain
You better run away
to a place that is safe
Cuz when we melee we don't play no matter what the fuck you say
I'm gully in the evenings, BELIEVE ME
wit gats in my palms, ya can't EVEN SEE ME
Empty both clips real quick in bitches who start shit
Then switch to fifth gear wit pigs tailin my rear
CATCH ME IF YA CAN, YA FUCKIN COPS
Cuz I won't stop til I'm shakin BOTHAYA OUT
Then I'll shout at ya as I drive around the roundabout
Screamin FUCK YA'LL NIGGAZ THIS IS WHATS ITS ABOUT
P-I-GS think you can really MESS WIT ME
cuz I'll leave ya fulla HOLES like NOTORIOUS B-I-G
Then put it on T.V. in the dash cam
FLIP THE BIRD while usin my CAR AS A RAM
As I turn the wheel my tires goes squeal (ERRRRRR)
Leavin ya'll slippin and slidin like banana peels
AND THAT'S REAL, don't even try to pursue
Fat fucks, go and catch some kids out on curfew
I'm insane see, a murderer ON THE LOOSE
Don't even bother to run, there AIN'T NO USE
I'll find ya wherever you hide
Then do a DRIVE-BY wit my niggaz ride in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Leave ya BLEEDIN - HEAVIN - not EVEN BELIEVIN
That you're SCREAMIN this EVENIN
I don't UNDERSTAND why you fucked wit us MAN
This ain't Hollywood - these are real gats in my hand
Wit bullet holes big as BASKETBALLS in the BACK OF YA
PACKIN A force to hit ya fuckin AC-U-RA
I'm accurate too, I DON'T EVA MISS,
So KISS MY ASS if ya eva make me PISSED
I'll slit your fuckin arteries till its hard-to see
Thats what ya get bitch for tryin to bother me
Now you're dead on the fuckin street
cuz you fucked wit me, now you're a fuckin feast for the vultures to eat
Yo, can you feel my pain
Its drivin me insane
The urge to break some window panes is fuckin in my brain
You better run away
to a place that is safe
Cuz when we melee we don't play no matter what the fuck you say
Yo, can you feel my pain
Its drivin me insane
The urge to break some window panes is fuckin in my brain
You better run away
to a place that is safe
Cuz when we melee we don't play no matter what the fuck you say
