Whats up man?
[Lynch] Whats that?
Its that prozac
[Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that?
sh**, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys
[Lynch] Let me get some of that. I NEED it
Hahaha... sh**. What the f**s wrong with you boy. Whats up..
[Chorus]
See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
[Verse 1]
Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I'm goin' in - here I go again
Back to f**in' with that O-8 English mixed with gin
Back to tuckin' sh** thats cold make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with c**aine
No brain - n***a it ain't no thang to
Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
Wanna f** with me - the psycho of the city
I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin'
[Chorus]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
[Verse 2]
See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac n***a
Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks n***a
Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector
Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut
Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff
Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash
Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your a**
Don't make me take it out on your family - f** your thug homies
Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie
Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me
All you know is I drink O-E - thats from the songs n***a
You f**in' with the wrong n***a bout to get touched up
Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank
Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank
Thats the only reason what you n***az think - I got problems
[Chorus]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
(shhhhh)
[Verse 3]
Post your comments here - on my motherf**in' nutsack
So f** that n***a - I put his guts in a black sack
And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby
I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot
n***az better pay me I don't work for free
Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules
Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes
Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the motherf**in' canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you n***az can't stand this
I deliver the rip spit sh** - that get ridda b**h quick sh**
Hit n***az with tips and split sh** in half like citrus
And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone
Now these n***az mad 'cause I own sh** and release my own sh**
And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face
Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face
[Chorus]
Cause my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
shhhh