[Verse 1:]
She thinks I'm a psycho - might go mug a motherf**er so
Other motherf**ers know, cut your motherf**ing throat
What you motherf**ers know? Tell me what you b**hes know
?Stitches though?, keep looking like a viscous dog, throw the colt
45 yeah I gotta hide it; yeah this c**aine spit f**ing up my sinuses
I admit my brain runs on empty, tempt me
Known for leaving Tommy Guns empty, simply
Rhyming is nothing to me it's easy as breathin', believe 'em
I can spit it quicker than ?what E? did what's the reason
The season is sick and uh we don't need no weakness
Double homicide, suicide straight street sh**
Kurt Cobain, no thang, put three in your brain
??? Insane in the membrane, make Top Ramen out of his brain
Lost the tacos out of his meat, the blocks hostile
Pay a fee then I took her on a trip with me
[Hook:]
She tells me I'm a psycho - might go mug a motherf**er so
Other motherf**ers know, cut your motherf**ing throat
What you motherf**ers know? Tell me what you b**hes know
?Stitches though?, keep looking like a viscous dog, throw the colt
[Verse 2:]
Yeah maybe I'm a sicko, split yo brains with the meat cleaver
I'm lactose that's why you see the blood in my semen
s*ut, cook her deep dish - put the oven on 350
I'm loving the heat if he comes up in the street, slice