Psychopathic (The Hatchet) Twenty-eight motherfucking years (Twenty-eight years) Place in the game, respect that (Respect that) Eight ways to die Violent J (Violent J) Stitches (Stitches) Mac Lethal (Mac Lethal) Esham (Esham) DJ Paul (DJ Paul) Ouija Macc (Ouija Macc) Cage (Cage) And Shaggy 2 Dope (Shaggy 2 Dope) Four in the morning, lightning crackin', rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines of no-doze like my life's important, man I don't mean shit to nobody, especially you Never scared to pull something out of my waist, give you a taste of this (Boom) Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back (Nope) Better have that shit sewed up with God before you hear that clap Bring it back where my stacks? What you thinking fool? S dub D 'til I D-I-E, A-S-S down in the blood pool 'Cause your nightmares, they my wet dreams Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme Premo, woo! T-R-O-Y Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (Nope) It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why It's no surprise we glad to see you die, bitch Hit that fifth and chug Skin full of the meth bugs So who do you love? You know I got the plug bitch I'm a dope dealer and I'm from Dade county I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me I got lots of haters, I'm always counting paper My shoes are made from an alligator I don't sell no re-rock, I don't rock no g-shock I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac What do you want? I got it all I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball She want a dope dealer, you can fuck with me (Yeah, yeah) You can fuck with me (Yeah, yeah) You can fuck with me (Ha ha ha ha ha) You can fuck with me (Uh) You can fuck with me I put the dope in the pot (For real) I can run up in your spot (Yuh) All that tough talkin' you be doin' gon' get hit you up with the Glock Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me The only way that I'ma stop is if they come and murder me Coming to like a wicked preacher in the pulpit Eight ways to die, kill a ninja with the full [?] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit Rappers get killed for being wack, you can't fuck with my clique Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire Let the air out your head like a flat tire Are you in good hands, better call State Farm It's getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm I'm gone, I'm thugged out, I was raised in a drug house I come through like Raid on these roaches, they bug out Your girlfriend getting dug out, it's blood on the rug now I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out Next rapper say yeah I'ma shoot him yeah Is his ass dead? Yeah! Hit him in his head! I'm a fucking psycho, homie, I'm a clown I never get it twisted in Mo-Town I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus I be the fallen angel and I wrote Kkkill the Fetus I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heinous But still it's hell on earth I got three stripes on my Adidas Eight ways to die, bruh, I'm an eight legged spider I walk up with an AK and light up your concert Just killing anyone that's happy you alive If you survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified With a nail gun Motherfucker, my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it It's the middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid I'm with that dark juggalo clique The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit I got a big hard buffalo dick I might start humping your chick I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out your mouth Just like bunch of elephants up in a stampede Sticking a fucking blade up in your lung and you can't breathe Bring them raccs out Succa brain bout to get splat now Bring that map out, I'ma put my city on the map now Sin City on blacc out Extension cords in that trap house We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house (Meow, meow) Talk that shit down "Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now" Say what?!? 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down How bout that now? 17 tat now 17 raccs now Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc You can wait on your retirement, I'm bout to break a bitch Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate I can be stepping on all over these rapper neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take Ouija MAFIA! DJ PAUL! Hunnit off in a clip Ima push [?] Double barrel, double R on the grill Diamond fangs in a grip Johnny Dang got the drip Smoke a quarter word to Elon, more notorious than B-I-G Was strappin' 'fore I had a gun ID Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P Nigga this is just a PSA I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP Pass the weed like a box of yay Niggas copy but I do get paid Surf's up tryna ride this wave I got pocket rockets and some knotted wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe 20 bitches on a 20 gauge 20 haters that's 20 graves Beat the case like MMA Run the club like some [?] [?] to this silence I'm colorblind 'til I get violent Run your mouth you got some mileage Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga Take me out the worst way Apocalypse on my birthday When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the thirsty For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend 'em off And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me What's in my hands? Ain't my ID At gunpoint make you recite me I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes I'm in that house like a home invasion because your family need a renovation Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off Evil in me no antidote it's boring shooting cantaloupe And I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school The heroes lame, the villains cool Death is here I'm feeling cruel Burnt flesh that's brand loyal Bullet holes your guts boil King of nothing, Fuck royal There will be blood, I struck oil What I'm Freddy Kruger, Lex Luthor, Chad Kroeger The dick in Nickleback who tickle fat nipples on cougars Sippin' Boocha, your boo fuck with me 'Cause I'm super fly, I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka I'll slap you, spin your face 'round to the back of your head You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man) The hatchet been chopping for years I'll flex on all of my peers So high I be poppin' your ears You rockin' a toilet career You bust to a brush in a mirror You flush and your fans disappear Your stacks are like flat as a beer Left out in the sun for a year Trained in Shaolin, red moon howlin' Decades deep, stomach still growlin' Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin' 'Til your momma threw the towel in But I caught it, she fought it and brought it, I applauded But my rocket kick out it clocked out I sock it and she bought it With that shing-shing-shing-shing walla-walla bing bing True ninjutsu Joe Bruce ying yang Six Six Fivin' big dicks diving Up in you bitch it's a ICP thing ICP THANG ICP THANG ICP THANG ICP THANG ICP THANG