Mind of a Sick Nigga

(theyre all gonna laugh at you) (theyre all gonna laugh at you) (hahahahahaha) (theyre all gonna laugh at you) Enter the mind of a sick nigga. With bloody uzi clips, Decapitated heads in baskets, Closed caskets. murda on wax. Nigga, thats what it's all about, Thats what you bought the muthaf**kin tape for. Murda on wax. Redrum. on wax. Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax. Gotta get my prozac fore I go back And murda these muthaf**kas Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine Leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets Its that killa s-p-i-c-e A lot a these jealous muthaf**kas they wanna murda me But they cant f**k with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta The nigga thats leavin they muthaf**kin body parts in dumpstas Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head Pullin up four deep in an old school caddy Fully auto-maddy Empty the clip, niggaz like paddy In the alley, niggaz domes they cap Pistol whippin muthaf**kas, got some blood on my strap (chorus) What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Redrum, professinal gravedigga What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga? 187, professinal gravedigga Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they don't know what the f**k happened Im laughin and blastin, rippin a*ses in half an Street sweepin these niggaz up under the rug Plug they a*s, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash Zonin out that hash Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin Witnesses witness they own smokin See it ain't no joke and nothing funny Bustin caps in yo a*s like yosemite sam and bugs bunny They all see my comin and then they fled Im shootin these niggaz off in the backa they head Blowin off they legs Talkin shit while they dyin f**kin off they high an Hollow points keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin I ain't no stranger to this killin shit You shoulda thought before you f**ked with this nigga you was dealin with You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in And when the shit get funky I just get on up And blow your head off with a muthaf**kin mac 10, bitch Chorus Youll be outta this muthaf**ka like ron goldman, chopped the f**k up Aint no nigga livin alive that survived And had me caught up in some bullshit Now who you tryin to f**k up in the hustle This 20 gaugell ripple your a*s up like a can a ruffles Im tryin to bubble like johnson and johnson With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45 thompson And we gon see if all that shit is true Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof You see my bustin with one hand up on my nutsac Departin domes yellin out whos the muthaf**kin mac Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper I got your funeral date set up for next september You gon be deader than livin presidents 'cause in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta it's residence Bodies stiff like christmas ornaments Because the niggaz that a f**k with me bein mo funk than parliment Chorus You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in And when the shit get funky I just get on up And blow your head off with a muthaf**kin mac 10, bitch Chorus (nigga, what you thinkin bout? )