Eh (ooh), yow, yow (oh my god) I fantasize 'bout kidnappin' rappers for fun Put the knife to his chest Put the gun to his lungs Chase 'em down with my car Tell 'em run run run The cops come lookin' Like, nigga what have you done? I can't help it I think I do too much sometimes I can't help it It's a homicide inside my mind I can't help it I think I do too much sometimes It's a homicide inside my mind My God! I no longer think I'm normal, I've accepted it Relishing this recklessness, fighting my obsessions' is getting hard I harbor homicidal thoughts, my heart hard as a rock So let the bodies rot, and let you spine tingle till your neck pop Connect the dots, I'm right outside your residence I love to watch, I'm known to stalk like a lion in the jungle I'm a carnivore, student of this Art of War My repertoire is really raw I'm kicking in the fucking door, this nothing that you seen before The bad guy who I idolize, take what's mine nigga I devise You fall back and enjoy the ride, you don't want to see my other side I'm not the two, I'm not the three. So what you see is number one This is what it sound like when you don't give a fuck I fantasize 'bout kidnappin' rappers for fun Put the knife to his chest Put the gun to his lungs Chase 'em down with my car Tell 'em run run run The cops come lookin' Like, nigga what have you done? I can't help it I think I do too much sometimes I can't help it It's a homicide inside my mind I can't help it I think I do too much sometimes It's a homicide inside my mind My God! Empty pockets, empty pockets tell them gimme the loot Make one false move then you out of the loop Chains, car keys, and rings that's a triple scoops Somebody got to take the L and I rather it be you I'm not delusional, I'm quite rational My skills compatible to run this shit like laterals The graveyard, the catacombs Are filled with incidental, forgotten scene, its collateral Niggas that tried to ride the wave, But never even had a boat Find 'em and I drown 'em in a motor, let the body float Smell the scent when the corpse decompose, now will you stay composed It's meant to be, I hope to see you beneath where I stand And my melody is quite obscene, the scene, but then again I fantasize 'bout kidnappin' rappers for fun Put the knife to his chest Put the gun to his lungs Chase 'em down with my car Tell 'em run run run The cops come lookin' Like, nigga what have you done? I can't help it I think I do too much sometimes I can't help it It's a homicide inside my mind I can't help it I think I do too much sometimes It's a homicide inside my mind My God!