S`up main, peep game
All these muthafuckin killas
And these muthafuckin wicked ass preachers
They have they congregations, you know what I`m sayin?
They have people to move somethin, know what I`m talkin about?
I`m just tryin to get mine, on the grind
Psycho Club, know what I`m talkin about?
[Verse 1]
As I go in a rage
Shoot inside the crowd, make em scatter like Raid
Don`t give a fuck, bitch duck, he fell in the lobby
Pick up a needle now there`s thousands of holes inside his body
Blood leakin, moving real fast down his arm
The third fuckin slice is the muthafuckin charm
Let me see if they right, cuz I`m thinkin they wrong
The third slice is the one where I bring forth chromes
I`ma altered beast, with a zillion a styles
Uh, y`all keep it quiet while I murder a while
Move somethin, Psych Ward, all over the world
I want the kids and the parents and the boys and girls
Come join, bring money it`s good for your health
If you don`t join, then you`ll meet the children of death
Let me explain, hopin that you will go through it
Jim Jones did it, why the psych can`t do it?
[Chorus]
Charles Manson did it, why the psych can`t do it?
David Koresh did it, why the psych can`t do it?
Ted Bundy did it, why the psych can`t do it?
John Gasey did it, why the psych can`t do it?
Jeffery Dahmer did it, why the psych can`t do it?
Jim Baker did it, why the psych can`t do it?
Jimmy Swaggart did it, why the psych can`t do it?
Lil Rick did it, why the psych can`t do it?
[Verse 2]
Smoke a dip, flip the script, ball and chain and the whip
The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips
Pit bulls come, claimin all the pieces that`s left
Whatever parts that they don`t eat, the fire ants feel wealth
Then they throw a party, now they on their feet
But that rival ant gang, they want that meat
Now it`s an ant war, fire ants cannot be beat
Now that`s the same type a shit that you see on the street
Hit the sweet, move somethin, then grab your glocks
Cuz niggas listen to my music then they go kill cops
They in a trance, hypnotically they do what I say
See, I got the hook up spot where you can buy an A-K
Then go out, straight murderin, and start you a spree
And don`t come back until a thousand nine hundred seventy three
Bodies drop, inside the freezer, with ziplock tags
And leave the corpses all tied up in ziplock bags
A blow torch is now needed, they`ll turn into crust
Cuz with the fire, then immortals turn slowly to dust
Psycho NIP, mad scientist, I`ll crush up them bones
Cuz I`ll catch you, I`ll keep you, I`ll kill you in the Psych
Ward
[Chorus]
(Big Ron instead of Lil Rick)
[Verse 3]
Bumblebees, grasshopers, spiders, they do hit the spot
Check nuts, now what, see Mr Snake`s on the block
Insect war ground, see I can face it now
For my reality is body parts, I can taste it now
Crushed ice cubes keeps it all frozen stiff
A chainsaw pursues much blood, they ready to rip
What you want? You bloody shit, when the wrists get slit
A thumbtack takes out the eyeballs, they bust real quick
[Chorus]
(Rowdy Riggins instead of Lil Rick)
