Brotha Lynch Hung - My Mind Ain't Right lyrics

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