(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 Muthafuckin 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 Muthafuckas



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 Muthafuckas They Wanna Murda Me



But They Cant Fuck With That Giggedy-giggedy-gangsta



The Nigga Thats Leavin They Muthafuckin Body Parts In Dumpstas



Budda-bye-bye-bye Feel Them Blood Clot Rastas



The Niggaz 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, Niggaz Like Paddy



In The Alley, Niggaz Domes They Cap



Pistol Whippin Muthafuckas, 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 Niggaz They Dont Know What The Fuck Happened



Im Laughin And Blastin, Rippin Asses In Half An



Street Sweepin These Niggaz 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 Aint No Snitches Scopin



Witnesses Witness They Own Smokin



See It Aint 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 Niggaz Off In The Backa They Head



Blowin Off They Legs



Talkin Shit While They Dyin



Fuckin Off They High An



Hollow Points Keepin These Niggaz Cold Bodies Fryin



I Aint No Stranger To This Killin Shit



You Shoulda Thought Before You Fucked 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 Shit Get Funky I Just Get On Up



And Blow Your Head Off With A Muthafuckin Mac 10, Bitch




Chorus




Youll Be Outta This Muthafucka Like Ron Goldman, Chopped The Fuck Up



Aint No Nigga Livin Alive That Survived



And Had Me Caught Up In Some Bullshit



Now Who You Tryin To Fuck 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