Verse 1:
I need to see the psych cuz a n***a goin' psycho
I tried commitin' suicide on my motorcycle
My mother keeps telling me a n***a needs to quit
She say its all an act but I'm really a lunatic
My b**h say its cuz a n***a smoke way too much weed
But when I'm high as f** I gotta see a n***a bleed
My consience keeps tellin me to do some crazy sh**
Walk up to a pack and shank the devils then I split
I think it's something goin wrong with my brain
I'm having split personalities like Razing Cane
The Taker, and Mr, Predictor side-by-side
So to send my love to Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
Theres somethin that make a n***a wanna keep on blastin'
Voices in my head keep tellin' me I'm Charles Manson
It feels like the demons have took over my soul
My body's hella warm but my face is hella cold
I'm stressin, I'm sweatin just like a f**in hog
At the house with dank and candles starin at the walls
They closin in on a n***a as I keep on blinkin
A n***a's brain dead and my brain ain't thinkin
Cuz I'm brain dead
Chrous x4: (unknown demon voice)
(My brain cells dead and all I think is d**h)
My brain was dead, from smokin so much f**in true
(My brain cells dead and all I think is d**h)
My brain was dead, from smokin so much f**in true
Verse 2:
Man, it's like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder
Why I'm on the turf everyday with a nine on the under
Or maybe its the dank thats got a n***a trippin loc
At night-time I dream about n***as gettin smoked
Merciless thoughts in my head, already brain dead
So why should I give a f** bout what the next n***a said
Cuz a n***a should already know
Livin up in that town of San Fran-psycho
Where n***as go on mission to k**,grab my steel then caps I peel
n***as couldn't f** wit Cell cuz a n***a just to real
Comin straight from the lunatic village creepin through the fog
With my mug on mean, sippin on some mad dog
Gone like a motherf**a, wit this 9 millimeter ready to start somethin
Havin '89 flash backs
When the bay was on heavily and a n***a did his first jack
5 years later the same old sh**
Been selling dope for years and still ain't rich, nowww
What the f** should a n***a do
Just get my mail in the View and stay in the game and be true
Because I'm in it to win it keep these gold thangs spinnin
On these marks, got a ruger pull the trigga that has no heart
And as I put that nine to a n***a head
As I BUCK BUCK that n***a is straight brain dead
(demon voice talking)
Verse 3:
Not givin a f** about my life because I'm hellbound
Sick in this game from all the motherf**in pain that I grew up around
The unpredictable the psychotic gangsta
Quickest buck to bank y, out this game i'll take ya
With no remore because I got some type of showin pity
Just call me that 1994 version of Frank Nitty
Now did I do em? thats what I got these n***as wonderin
But unpredictable won't let em know just how I'm comin
So if you see me you best if you just break west
Because this shredder out this tech is bout to blow a hole in ya vest
Into your chest with explosion
Straight gangsta notion gave me the go ahead
I smoked him and watched his blood soak into the concrete
As he screamed like a b**h begging me for mercy
But I'm not the one to punk the game, so I took aim
At his brain, and now hes brain dead mayne
(demon voice until the end)