Suicide watch... Yeah, I'm in a all black khaki suit In an all black room feeling like I'm in the back of the room And I'm strapped to something that's like, out of a movie, That's cool. Kill like I'm in a Dracula movie That's too practical, did a tactical movement Next thing you know I was loose and I was moving Brotha Lynch Hung go through the jungle, wit' a machete and I hunt those, then I cut throat I don't know what's happening maybe I'm blacking out Killing everybody in sight then smashing out Murder date nigga go head ask 'em out Coathanga Strangla nigga ask about him Like J-Lo.... Oh ass is out Anybody will tell ya' that nigga's a acid mouth I will never lose, I'm cruising past your house I'mma start chewing his meat if he's as I'm out? Hit me wit the .50 - get your brains blasted Carry me a Billy the Kid and that's plastic Buried nigga, hid in the crib, and that's-that's it I be on some dumping the dead niggas in caskets Do it for the bi-bi uh chop chop Do it for the bitches, tch-tch-tch, slash em' I get all up in a nigga head, aspirin I could get a nigga shot in the head, ask 'em Orville Redenbacher, nigga I'll pop ya' Tore his head like cotton, go need the doctor Call the coroner, leavin' him in a corner Called his boys up, they gon' be looking for him Put these toys up, disappear in the morning Eat these boys up, it was a little boring Shit his prime guts, I'm nuts, I'm sick I must consider Your Highness, bitch Suicide watch... Yeah boy, got my mind on the milli Hand gripped tight on the milla Finger on the trigga', and you fucking wit' a straight guerilla Dominate the enemy tremendously, and leave em' wit' his face on the pillow Reppin' MadeSicc nigga, they don't really want it If you want it come get it Come wit' it I'm a spit it, from the start to the finish Wit' no fault or pretending, hit all in yo' mouth like a dentist (Is it the siccness!?) They got a nigga all in it to win it, busta better pardon my Cripness' Put you on my hit list And just bring a witness to the lyrical massacre of these bitches Played a part in inventing this Cut, slice, dice, chop, beef scrambled up, test and cook syrup Nigga, 'cause I'm a hit em' wit' Right, left, punch, uppercut, then throw pronouns and verbs And many other words, I'm like a Thunderbird I mean a Thundercat, that's just the way I act I put em' on their back and that's a known fact I leave their motherfucking sound and their line flat You wanna habitat, where them G's at? I flip it like a mat and light it like a match Freddy Krueger Luda, wit' a Ruger on his lap Poom, pang, ping, kill a dream like that So where my niggas, yo? And where the bitches go? We paint a pretty picture from the ceiling to the flo' We tear the club up, been done fucked the streets though If you really want it all you gotta' do is let me know You fucking wit' my brotha Lynch I'm busting Calicos *gunshot* I creep up on you, you don't wanna give you mo' Hotter than the sun, colder than an Eskimo Blap at 'em wit' the 4" And have 'em yelling Geronimo! Suicide watch...