Murda kill, die now nigga's like murda kill Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick) Did the motherfucker on the murder kill Run if your bitch ass want If my fists don't get it well the a who Then a who then The murder will Mind full of sick thoughts [x8] I'm always having visions of my death Waiting for the reaper, nigga what up? I'm posted in the corner with the tech It's the shit to make you little niggas shut up I hit the corner store to get some lays I tried to grab the wheel but I was faded Ive been drinking take a where for 30 days At the rate that I was going Man I barely fucking made it blood Run up on em I get it manic And I fill em on the ceiling with the sick thoughts You being the bitch and I be in the whip lookin for a nigga Wrist-watch You be talking boutta motherfucka like he really wanna get his bitch shot Ass hurt, what you really wanna do I got the hoe stroke on this cock Amazing Everybody want a little for a little tasting Go ahead that's more bread I got more head than Beijing Sick up in the brain Maintain no pain Give no fucks, mind full of sick thoughts Fuck you thought bitch I'm raging Blaze it Saddles surrounding me now I'm huge Faded off into me I can't remember, the weed Go to hell of a lamb and where the fuck I begin? Sippin with the poor with the pornstars and gin I win, I'm on tinman Bitch I'm on my head-band Bret Hart sharp shooter Bitch I'm sure you did that Take you in the bathroom Eat the pussy like a head cat My harpoon, don't tell me that you wig that I'm different, times up Take your bitch into a mind fuck At the hotel door lookin' like my shows they all lined up Ain't nobody finna tell you your times up Insane so brainsick There is no need to remind us Filled up with the sickness Chained up like a pitbull You run away Holla mayday everyday just like a bitch do You keep making sure my name is all up in your mouth And ill be making sure your ass is caught up with a clip full nigga Murda kill, die now nigga's like murda kill Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick) Did the motherfucker on the murder kill Run if your bitch ass want If my fists dont get it well the a who Then a who then The murder will Mind full of sick thoughts [x8] I tried to tell them all that I was dangerous They ain't pay attention to me when I Told em all I will deal em on some pancakes Save the rest for lunch and some for dinner I told em all I will be back in the end The bitch, you tried to cover up the peephole But I ain't stoppin till you got a shit bag and your pissin blood from out your motherfuckin pee hole Bitch you wanna war then you can take these Take heat Lay him on the floor and watch the brains leak May he rest in peace, a beast So quick and breezy Wait we have to get the fuck up out The safe weak Ain't we mobile Doing funny shit to get me in your photo Don't you want to be down with the brainsick? no go Walk into my functions you just there in like a pogo And I know all my lyrics they put one in my solo On a mission when I'm comin through a nigga window Back up, masked up, hold up Where the fuck a nigga been bro? You been undercover like a mothafucka Fuck you talkin bout you been broke If I knew you was still here your bitch ass would've been smoked Bummy Layin' down in the dirt with no money Niggas talk hella hard till they start to run from me Put em in the front seat Prepare to crash dummy (Doo doo doo doo doo) That's what you get for acting hella funny Turned into a vegetable In a corner screaming bleeding out your testicles And ain't no bitch to be wanna be caught sittin' next to you He was too busy thinking too much with the rest of you I bite like a pitbull You run away everyday just like a bitch do Nigga makin' sure my name is all up in your mouth And ill be makin' sure your ass is caught up with a clip full, nigga Murda kill, die now nigga's like murda kill Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick) Did the motherfucker on the murder kill Run if your bitch ass want If my fists don't get it well the a who Then a who then The murder will Mind full of sick thoughts [x8]