Twisted Insane - Sickological lyrics

And I'm a nigga 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 fuck a nigga bitch
'cos a nigga really love that
Scissor the bitches pussy and put it
On the blades of the Killah
Tellin' ya where the slugs at
Fallin' up out the pussy with the rest
Of the razor blades for the Killah 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
Muthafucka 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 an Englishman

And have a mothafucka coming
Suitable to get the rest of the
Body ready for the stomach
Saw this shit 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 mothafuckin' block
Puffin' up on a blunt
Niggas 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 nigga I'm a PSYCHO
Lookin' up under the bed for
Bloody bodies in my visions
And I give a fuck what
Niggas say about me cos
A mothafucka's always ready to
Bust slugs with precision

'need go head and let
Me shoot that mothafucka
I just keep dumpin on 'em
Boom boom boom boom boom
SERVED you mothafuckas!
Droppin' like flies, 40
Droppin', cigarette droppin'
Niggas tryna run

Some niggas want me to gas
And rap fast all the time
Some niggas want me to slow up
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 bitch ass nigga
I ain't no gay ass phony i ain't you
I ain't scared of no nigga
To come for me homie
These niggas rap that shit (kill niggas)
But they ain't clack they shit
I'm official they prolly in they house
With some big fat bitch
I love when niggas 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 shit 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 fuck 'bout my life
So what makes you think
I give a solitary FUCK
About your wife and kids?
I wipe the blood with the bin
And take a shit on your face
I ain't no mothafuckin' joke
You get your life erased nigga

'need go head and let
Me shoot that mothafucka
I just keep dumpin on 'em
Boom boom boom boom boom
SERVED you mothafuckas!
Droppin' like flies, 40
Droppin', cigarette droppin'
Niggas tryna run