Picture a room full of candles, it's dark inside Newspaper clippins on the wall from victims that died Blood everywhere You can tell the psych be through He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two Psyco Stalking niggas, Tec-9 stays handy He would sit inside the park and laugh and give kids candy People say he was weird, his mother ill is in the clip He always scratched off people names those ones that he killed Real slow Psych torture style, pass me the scissors, uh And cut off microscopic pieces of a mirror Out of stomachly You can tell the spinal was crumbled By the gestures that they made and the words that they mumbled Shit like Nip Don't do it It's already dead And if his beef is too tight ??? child in their head You got this nigga fucked up Ganksta Nip is so bold You make him mad, he ?? that You watch him run through a house hall, it's sic
Uh, Rap-A-Lot, Compound, these niggas They sic, uh Scarface, uh This nigga is sic, uh Big Chief, Lil J, uh My niggas sic, uh
Psyc Ward mercenary Stay on them ready It takes practice, much training to keep a nail gun steady When it clicks it thrills deep His blood finna sip And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep Graveyard's In my slaughterhouse we catch you and beat you Mutilation plus bacteria that straight cats hit you You can bet that he's full of healthy humans and mice Kinda looking like a fleshy big pot full of rice When you stare it up Watch this stiff, a terrible smell I walk around with a sign, say ?? I got gumble to sell Big balls Cause more than you eat every beating People ask me what ingredients I put it in this shit ?It's to meat? Child beef different animals look And you can bet his heart came out an insane cook book now I Gotcha hook They crowed, they ??? Makes my food with human flesh like the chinese ?dude? This boy is sic
Uh, South side North side East side West side this boy's sic, uh H-Town in the house Bushwick that boy's sic, uh It dont' stop Master P, Shack: them boys sic Lakewood for the track, Le Roy Them muthafuckin' nigga sic Compound They quick to kill
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Picture a room full of candles, it's dark inside Newspaper clippins on the wall from victims that died Blood everywhere You can tell the psych be through He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two Psyco Stalking niggas, Tec-9 stays handy He would sit inside the park and laugh and give kids candy People say he was weird, his mother ill is in the clip He always scratched off people names those ones that he killed Real slow Psych torture style, pass me the scissors, uh And cut off microscopic pieces of a mirror Out of stomachly You can tell the spinal was crumbled By the gestures that they made and the words that they mumbled Shit like Nip Don't do it It's already dead And if his beef is too tight ??? child in their head You got this nigga fucked up Ganksta Nip is so bold You make him mad, he ?? that You watch him run through a house hall, it's sic
Uh, Rap-A-Lot, Compound, these niggas They sic, uh Scarface, uh This nigga is sic, uh Big Chief, Lil J, uh My niggas sic, uh
Psyc Ward mercenary Stay on them ready It takes practice, much training to keep a nail gun steady When it clicks it thrills deep His blood finna sip And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep Graveyard's In my slaughterhouse we catch you and beat you Mutilation plus bacteria that straight cats hit you You can bet that he's full of healthy humans and mice Kinda looking like a fleshy big pot full of rice When you stare it up Watch this stiff, a terrible smell I walk around with a sign, say ?? I got gumble to sell Big balls Cause more than you eat every beating People ask me what ingredients I put it in this shit ?It's to meat? Child beef different animals look And you can bet his heart came out an insane cook book now I Gotcha hook They crowed, they ??? Makes my food with human flesh like the chinese ?dude? This boy is sic
Uh, South side North side East side West side this boy's sic, uh H-Town in the house Bushwick that boy's sic, uh It dont' stop Master P, Shack: them boys sic Lakewood for the track, Le Roy Them muthafuckin' nigga sic Compound They quick to kill
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