All these muthafuckin' killas
And these muthafuckin' wicked
They have they congregations,
They have people to move somethin',
know what I'm talkin' about?
I'm just tryin' to get mine,
know what I'm talkin' about?
make em scatter like Raid
Don't give a fuck, bitch duck,
Pick up a needle now there's thousands
moving real fast down his arm
The third fuckin slice is the
Let me see if they right,
'cause I'm thinkin' they wrong
The third slice is the one where I
I'ma altered beast, with a zillion a styles
Move somethin', Psych Ward,
I want the kids and the parents
Come join, bring money it's good
then you'll meet the children of death
hopin that you will go through it
Jim Jones did it, why the
why the psych can't do it?
why the psych can't do it?
why the psych can't do it?
John Gasey did it, why the
why the psych can't do it?
Jim Baker did it, why the
why the psych can't do it?
why the psych can't do it?
Smoke a dip, flip the script,
ball and chain and the whip
different bugs devoured the body by strips
Pit bulls come, claimin' all the
Whatever parts that they don't
eat, the fire ants feel wealth
Now that's the same type a shit
that you see on the street
Hit the sweet, move somethin',
Cuz niggas listen to my music
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 don't come back until a thousand
nine hundred seventy three
Bodies drop, inside the freezer,
And leave the corpses all tied
A blow torch is now needed,
then immortals turn slowly to dust
Psycho NIP, mad scientist,
Cuz I'll catch you, I'll keep you, I'll
Bumblebees, grasshopers, spiders,
Check nuts, now what, see
Insect war ground, see I can face it now
For my reality is body parts,
A chainsaw pursues much blood, they
What you want? You bloody shit,
A thumbtack takes out the eyeballs,
