Ate Some Drugs

I got a split psychopathic personality Like Michael Myers with a knife I get to worsen your reality Curse in your mentality You'll be the first person in the hearse When the bullets are dispersing through your belly jeans Try telling me what I'm doing is a felony F*ck bitch I'll eat you like a jelly bean Then sit back and puff on some of that smelly green The fatality rate has gone up again Oh really when Are you on drugs You're God damn right I'm high on drugs Taking out thugs If you f*ck with my buzz you'll get hit with five slugs I meant to make you disabled I'm mentally unstable I'll choke us both to death with the microphone cable I'm a mad scientist on the synth An evil lyricist babbling I'm packing a musical journey through this labyrinth If you get stabbed then guess what what You're going to get stabbed again oh f*ck So I grabbed him and stabbed him in the abdomen Then grabbed him again and kept stabbing him Jabbing him with a pen then I pulled out another knife And started stabbing him again Then kept stabbing him until the mother fucker was dead These streets are mine now I make my own law If you want to f*ck around I'll put you in a coma Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of Until they come to my part of town and get blown up These streets are mine now I make my own law If you want to f*ck around I'll put you in a coma Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of Until they come to my part of town and get blown up Once i got you you're not going to get loose There's no use in asking an assassin to unfasten your noose We're past truths delusional and illusive shit The abuse is more profuse then when Lucifer produces it Why haven't you produced a hit Because I don't give a shit about a hit song I'm on my eight millionth hit from this bong I'm taking off thongs And I get to sniff rippers over six feet long I do what I want and you ain't fucking stopping it If you try I'll make sure your wake is with a closed coffin lid We gather here today not to celebrate the life of this man But the death of him These streets are mine now I make my own law If you want to f*ck around I'll put you in a coma Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of Until they come to my part of town and get blown up These streets are mine now I make my own law If you want to f*ck around I'll put you in a coma Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of Until they come to my part of town and get blown up