[Chorus]
She thinks I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog

[Verse 1]
Throw the colt 45 yeah I gotta hide it
Yeah this cocaine's been fucking up my sinuses
I admit my brain runs on empty, tempt me
Known for leaving Tommy Guns empty, simply
Rhyming is nothing to me it's easy as breathin', believe 'em
I can spit it quicker than [?], what's the reason?
The season is sick and uh we don't need no weakness
Double homicide, suicide straight street shit
Kurt Cobain, no thang, put two in your brain
[?] Insane in the membrane, make Top Ramen out of his brain
Lots of tacos out of his meat, the blocks hostile
Pay a fee, then I took her on a trip with me

[Chorus]
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog
[Verse 2]
Look, maybe I'm a sicko, split yo brains with the meat cleaver
I'm lactose that's why you see the blood in my semen
Slut, cook her deep dish, put the oven on 350
I'm loving the heat, if he comes up in the street
Since slice I'm with the heat like Alonzo Mourning
Two slugs in the brain, and I'll see you in the morning
Imma eat you in the morning, breakfast when you
Naked, slip seconds, til' I get my severance
Imma rip that bitch in half, thin slabs, then grab
Seasoning for no reason being
Hungry eating human beings you could see 'em
Yeah it's just like cow meat, now eat
Even in real life ground beef, ground meat
Even you ville mic sound 'nique
I'm a chef ain't nuttin' left, you can get the cheap cheese
First, hook it up
Put the song on repeat, 'cause I'm keep eating people
It's me (It's me)

[Chorus]
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm Johnny Rotten, pocket full of sex pistols
Count the money crystal, yeah I'm prolly schizo
Don't nobody know, 'cause I didn't have distro
If I gotta eat blood, your better not get this close
Rape your ladies, and scrape your babies off the ground
And I did it just because they was around
In my cranium, somethings insane in them
Lyrical titanium, bloody up ya lounge
I'm a scoundrel you can look it all down low, get it?
Yeah they crooked all down [?]
If it stings, let the ground hit ya
With a dark picture
Somebody gon' have to restitch ya
I'll do the restitching after all the meat's missing
It's in my meat kitchen, you in the heat seat
And if you in the heat seat, you might get you feet missing
Mr. Molly and he's listing he's just a cheap [?]
24 license now he's missing, please listen
(Hello? What you mean you outside?)

[Chorus]
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog