[Verse 1: Ganksta Nip]
A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit, nigga, fuck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
Blood gushin' out your head, it's gettin' thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm, so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a buildin', check to see if you're dead
Flash back on second grade, pencil sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm strapped with the Uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
Bloody bodies in caskets, the measures are drastic
Dead babies in my house, suffocated by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin', ho
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'mma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and finger fuck her with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice, and help her up, then kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin' that rock, ho
Snatch some meat out your stomach, so I can make me a taco
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is when you fuckin' with a psycho
[Hook]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child...]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child on the hard concrete...]
[Verse 2: Ganksta Nip]
A mothafuckin' psycho - I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck, and ate the meat out my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn
Arms and legs dipped in blood, taste good with some popcorn
I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo, I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
Yeah, you mothafuckas, yeah, y'all think that I'm soft
They'll find you bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo fuckin' mouth
To kill a nigga is a chance I can't pass up
After hittin' you with a stick, nah, don't fall, get yo ass up
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "Uh, look!"
I won't stop shootin' 'til somebody gets shot (*gunshots*)
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but yet, I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
You mothafuckas still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga in his chest, 'til his stomach say "Fuck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin' punks like paste
Ho, I'll slap yo ass so hard, my hand will go through yo fuckin' face
Marriage, me and yo mama gettin' married soon
After I fuck her, I'mma kill her after honeymoon
That's how it is when you fuckin' with a psycho
[Hook]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child...]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child on the hard concrete...]
[Verse 3: Ganksta Nip]
This is a mothafuckin' warnin', a damn red alert
Squeeze your neck with some pliers, 'til I see blood squirt
I'mma crazy mothafucka, smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna fuck with me, boy
Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangsta elite
12 O'Clock, I'm out searchin' for some good lookin' brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady blowin' 'em quick
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
See what I'm sayin'; Ganksta Nip means doom
Mercenary, plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Body bags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
Bitch, I'll shoot you in your face, oh, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluids
South Park is my hood, your life is in danger
Pierce your skin with a needle
Suck your blood through a clothes hanger
Yeah, I'mma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo bitch out my face, 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trash bag
Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center, 'cause I hate old bitches
I tried to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of a Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-hundred blenders in my hand, crushin' heads like pigs feet
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is when you fuckin' with a psycho
[Hook]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child...]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child...]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child...]
[A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin']
[...slammed the child on the hard concrete...]
