[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] From the depths of Hell Comes the muthafuckin bitch killa The diary of a madman In case you didn't know you fuccin wit a psycho
[Verse 1: X-Raided] A crazy nigga'll write some "Psycho Active" nigga shit Killin bitches and niggas that actually think that they can get with this Figurin they kiss a dick step but never come close To the nigga that's known for poppin the muthafuckin mos Voices in the head is the reason that I'm killin I'm lovin the way my .9 split your ass up like a prism I'm crazy as fuck you shoulda known I'm hella loco If you fuck with me I guarantee I'm gonna smoke yo ass Cause I blast with my 9 millimeter If I can't beat ya The gat will defeat ya If my bullet reach up Straight to your forehead your dead in your grave It's time to meet Grim Reaper A nigga like the X Loc no joke though So hope for yo hoe I let the Bitch Killa go and turn into a nympho But no I don't think so I gots to kill all bitches Is it cause I'm crazy, or living with that siccness? That siccness - that cure, I really don't think there is one The only way to kill yourself is a suck up on gizzun And I am not the wizzun to go out like a pizzunk I guess I'm gonna die from that siccness, I'm dizzun
[Verse 2: Big-O of S.A.C.] My siccness, my siccness, I'm out to get paid If you gots to rip up shit, I'm slangin razor blades Cause I don't give a fuck who you fuck up Just reach down deep, my nigga, and give that buck up A Heights nigga on that money and power trizzip You gotta let your nuts hang cause mine is scrapin cement
[Verse 3: Kaos of S.A.C., (Big-O of S.A.C.)] It's the siccness I gotta kill a cracker with the quickness Like walk into his house like a stranger I grabbed a white bitch by her neck out of anger The husband came in, I seen the pecker wood steppin I didn't say shit, I let the TEC do the checkin The sight was scandalous the way I left these muthafuckas I lynched em both and had em hangin from a rubber (S.A.C. is straight filled with that siccness)
[Interlude: X-Raided] Born in the muthafuckin Gardens Baby killin til there's blood all over the room Kickin that deuce-four shit and smokin niggas For The Funk of It
[Verse 4: Brotha Lynch Hung] That siccness kicks in that nigga that nigga that raise the shit grips The realer the nigga the siccness clicks My nigga the roughness rips And I'm what you call a muthafuckin prophet Muthafuckas want the rip style but ain't sayin shit I got them niggas on the fiend Give em a little to fuck with them have them fiending for the substance Niggas'll smoke spliff but won't develop a siccness Lynch a ignorant nigga, check first I held em at gunpoint broke raw The muthafuckin baby killas gunsmoke led Straight to the baby's head My nostrils flare Veins peak The muthafuckin .9 went boom Brains leak The nigga Lynch's siccness kicked in punk From the wretched of baby brains Leakin from the chrome you won't know what's goin on unless ya peeped a "Nigga Deep" verse on Funk Of It So when I get the 12 gauge and start pumpin it Infants - the desolate's fiend for death to hit lean Grip the clip mean Rip the shit out of a nigga's spleen Full of foe hate Mickeys, I'm a O8 Drinkin muthafuck, dank Smokin niggas up, crank Slangin ass nigga from the deuce-four Gardens Give em a bit of a wicked nigga to rip a 12 heart and It's a siccness That nigga Kaos hit me with the greens and shit And I gave birth Wicked with that muthafuckin siccness
[Verse 4: Young Meek] Siccness Doin it on my own since I was 12 and God's my witness That's what it's like fuck my child servant but that's my business Ask me how I'm livin but I never say If I was to tell ya then ya wouldn't listen anyway In '84 a gang of niggas from LA came I put my quarter in the slot to start the dope game I got the plug and then I hooked it with my partner E We hit the books, we hit the spot, location was the G Born with that siccness so that siccness runnin through my blood Endangered riding and I reside and give The 'View my love If you have that siccness, that siccness make ya blast with the quickness same restraint with the intentions I'mma hit this Cause every weekend at the club niggas comin there With they fuckin .22s bustin in the air A little somethin from Young Meek that make them bitches holla I set the shit out to myself, the Meadowview balla
[Interlude 2: X-Raided] My nigga PeeWee Loc Finna kick that killa shit you know what I'm sayin Niggas crazy as fuck And dyin of that siccness
[Verse 5: Cyco & (X-Raided)] (That siccness, That siccness) That siccness kicks in Cisco on my breath, now I'm headin a pint of Gin Drunk as fuck, will I last til tomorrow Vapors and fumes, now I'm livin in the bottle (The bottle) Time's up, caught slippin in a fantasy Mind gone (Brain gone) No sense of reality Sane or insane, which one will a nigga try (187, I'm seeing Cyco in PeeWee's eyes) Split personality, now it's time for a fuckin change Locs on in the dark and I don't know my fuckin name Deeper and deeper into the bottle, I'm thinkin about suicide (Killin the next nigga, to tell the truth I don't wanna die) I sit cryin in the corner Shit got me trippin Grab my .9 for some led (I got ya clip we can't be slippin) Slap the extra clip in, nobody here to stop me Cyco killin PeeWee, and PeeWee wants to pop me .9 to the head and I'm drippin sweat Cyco: you won't do it (PeeWee Loc: you want to bet?) In the corner still trippin Thoughts keep on crowdin me I'm at the point of no return Ha-ha, I'm outtie
[Verse 6: X-Raided, (Cyco)] That siccness I killed 50 people and they hautin me I sit in the middle of a star with some candles lit thinkin Maybe I should do that It's killin me softly, my brain is gone and it ain't comin back I coulda swore I saw my nigga Cyco standin over me I know it wasn't him cause he's been buried for a week The silence of the black sheep Deep in the middle of the night I start to sweat Window wide open with two holes in my neck And can't nobody tell me shit, Loc Cause every time I close my eyes I hear Cyco say: ("Yo cuz, I thought we had a deal") Mouth wrapped around the barrel and I taste steelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
