Mind of a Sick Nigga (Explicit)

作词 : Bosko Kante/Robert L. Green, Jr.

作曲 : Bosko Kante/Robert L. Green, Jr.

Artist: Spice 1

Album: 1990-Sick

Song: Mind of a Sick Nigga

(Theyre all gonna laugh at you)

(Theyre all gonna laugh at you)

(Hahahahahaha)

(Theyre all gonna laugh at you)

Enter the mind of a sick nigga

With bloody uzi clips

Decapitated heads in baskets

Closed caskets. Murda on wax

Nigga, thats what its all about

Thats what you bought the mutha****in tape for

Murda on wax

Redrum. On wax

Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax

Gotta get my prozac fore I go back

And murda these mutha****as

Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine

Leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets

Its that killa S-P-I-C-E

A lot a these jealous mutha****as they wanna murda me

But they can't **** with that giggedy-giggedy-*******

The nigga thats leavin they mutha****in body parts in dumpstas

Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas

The niggas who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head

Pullin up four deep in an old school caddy

Fully auto-maddy

Empty the clip, niggas like paddy

In the alley, niggas domes they cap

Pistol whippin mutha****as, got some blood on my strap

(Chorus)

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?

Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?

Redrum, professinal gravedigga

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?

Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?

187, professinal gravedigga

Im bailin up out the cut and niggas they dont know what the **** happened

Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in half an

Street sweepin these niggas up under the rug

Plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash

Zonin out that hash

Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin

Witnesses witness they own smokin

See it ain't no joke and nothing funny

Bustin caps in yo ass like Yosemite Sam and Bugs Bunny

They all see my comin and then they fled

Im shootin these niggas off in the backa they head

Blowin off they legs

Talkin **** while they dyin

****in off they high an

Hollow points keepin these niggas cold bodies fryin

I ain't no stranger to this killin shit

You shoulda thought before you ****ed with this nigga you was dealin with

You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts

Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in

And when the **** get funky I just get on up

And blow your head off with a mutha****in mac 10, *****

Chorus

Youll be outta this mutha****a like Ron Goldman, chopped the **** up

Ain't no nigga livin alive that survived

And had me caught up in some bullshit

Now who you tryin to **** up in the hustle

This 20 gaugell ripple your ass up like a can a Ruffles

Im tryin to bubble like Johnson and Johnson

With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45 Thompson

And we gon see if all that **** is true

Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof

You see my bustin with one hand up on my nutsac

Departin domes yellin out whos the mutha****in mac

Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper

I got your funeral date set up for next September

You gon be deader than livin presidents

Cuz in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta its residence

Bodies stiff like Christmas ornaments

Because the niggas that a **** with me bein mo funk than Parliment

Chorus

You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts

Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in

And when the **** get funky I just get on up

And blow your head off with a mutha****in mac 10, *****

Chorus

(Nigga, what you thinkin bout?)