Twisted Insane - Sickological lyrics

[verse 1] And I'm a n***a that's sick-o Jackin' on my dick with the blood from the chick that I split I am that nympho I gotta make sure that she dead when I f** a n***a b**h 'cos a n***a really love that Scissor the b**hes p**y and put it on the blades of the k**ah Tellin' ya where the slug's-at Fallin' up out the p**y with the rest of the razor blades for the k**ah Brainsick I am the demon if you wanna keep pretendin' I will keep runnin' up into your home ('fore the time go?) And I walked up in that mothaf**a hanging on your WIFE and you DAUGHTER and your SON with a blindfold Movin' through the hall whackin' and then starin' from bedroom to bedroom keep peepin' 'em (?) (?) (?) trippin' and just feindin' to eat But I know that I smell the blood of and Englishman [lots of screaming, potentially from one of Twisted Insane's victims] And have a mothaf**a' coming Suitable to get the rest of the body ready for the stomach Saw this sh** on TV An' turned around and told the homie that I already have done it Already off the gin Finna be off of sin Creepin' around the den Gettin' faded on tha mothaf**in' block (coppin?) up on a blunt n***as don't wanna stunt Pull up and get dumped You will and everyone you know is gettin' shot 'cos imma be some nutcase Murder murder whatchu talkin' 'bout I'm ready to see whatchu was about And homie we can touch (bases?) And look into the eyes of the devil and you gon' weep without a doubt 'cos n***a I'm a PSYCHO Lookin' up under the bed for bloody bodies in my visions And I give a f** what n***as say about me cos a mothaf**a's always ready to bust slugs with precision [Chorus] x2 'need go head and let me shoot that mothaf**a I just keep dumpin on 'em, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM SERVED you mothaf**as! Droppin' like flies, 40 droppin', cigarette droppin', n***as try'na run [verse 2] Some n***as want me to gas, and rap fast all the time Some n***as want me to slow upp, so they can hear every line But I'm a-619 South East San Diego You come up in that fine line you get your brains mixed with prego I ain't no b**h a** n***a I ain't no gay a** phony I ain't you I ain't scared of no n***a to come for me homie These n***as rap that sh** (k** n***as) But they ain't clack they sh** I'm official they prolly in they house with some big fat b**h I love when n***as hate And got my name in they taste But when I'm all in they face This is all that they say 'I love your sh** I love your spit You's the reason I rap I love this song I love that song' And all of that crap I don't give a f** 'bout my life So what makes you think I give a solitary fu*k About your wife and kids? I wipe the blood with the bin And take a sh** on your face I ainnt no mothaf**in' joke You get your life erased n***a [Chorus]x2