We got many psychopathic on this track Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue A Lee one inch punch heart stopper You with my own, turn ya to stone, Give ya busy tone from an phone That's full circle three justice, muthafucker Beat ya silly like a tire - trucker I see ho is waitin for me Muthafucka, a friend I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team Never been a bitch, always gots to get The target is ejected with the from my weapon ya is deceased when I strike ya in jaw Ain't no time yo mama that you love her anymore no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord Somebody shoulda told ya bout with a corpse Violent J y'all and I'm control slappin' off the California highway patrol Rockin a imbalance and a stolen school bus Full of lil kids, we doin' 90 plus cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em Bustin shots, swervin and kids at em in a chopper and away we get Watchin everybody else fallin the cliff the tripe X balla I'm in wit yo mama But yo be playa hatin so I don't call her go see my ninja level flow Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin atcha Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you on? My appetite is when I'm screamin unicorn (Uuniiiiiicornn!) Show me who we bumpin on, me who we smokin wit Handled like some lunatics to get into some shit double G-Y Why? 'cause I run wit a guy Let me go and check my watch (Fo whut?) So I can see how time you got (Ah!) Before the hatchet I run wit swings dowwwn And yo face (shit!) I understand why everybody to be down with me I'm runnin Jumpsteady Psychopathic, we crazier a muthafucka ABK in this bitch No badge, no cuffs, no to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell Detroit hatchet on the scene Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know I mean Taking over the world with no means to With some underground hatchet swingin shit Wha! Diamond in this bitch Making hair stand up on the back of your I'm for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you get far for your credits, runnin yo mouth How you talkin shit? You get yo fuckin brains blown out Your is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I I live and let live, I take an eye for an eye Psychopathic on a killing spree Creeping in the shadows of Psychopathic ninjas you never see As the phantom blade becomes reality ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front We some grave diggers wit the and boots We on some wicked hidin in hubbles and under suits I'm on a whole level you and the devil In the With a that says 'Heaven Or Bust' I'm not yo or yo reverend But I've been to bless a mic That'll you swear to God I was heaven sent For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from To OJ Simpson, I'm a glove For a pilot, I'm a with a beard and a trenchcoat first class, steady sippin on a coke To a cop, I'm a game of Morton's list For a crab, I'm an and deadly cuttlefish At your birthday, I'm Dahmer bakin a cake As you ponder why your friend is three hours late I can still rock that in my back (Where at?) On the stable on the roof shots with my gat The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin the air 'cause I leap of da roof, 30 without a care Just to off my leg and shit Get up and a mothafuckin pig with it 'cause cops ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin cut And wrapped in sheets and tossed up in my trunk What! A Bruce nerd sippin gasoline slurpies Rockin a breed of Sudanese herpies Raised in the jungle, communicate with I'll squeeze your piece off til it breaks Like a boa A pressure Lotus Pod pro wit a pit shifter We'll be underground, not just at first I ain't tryin' to play the fuck out like Fred Durst Fat kids stay big and fuckin marshmellows And stomp in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the But I love the juggalettes like peach Newports and a plan to And a half of cup of syrup it's time to get drunk in my trunk and my disco balls And my in the air screamin fuck y'all! I'm the urban in your back seat a hook to your head while your rollin down the street Most people, they at me and run They get up in the and I pulled out a gun Ya know your bed? me under it Pull the covers over your head, I'ma it Then back off into the moonlit sky Throw your high! What you non gonna do? We know you see us, a gang of faces comin through You gonna run, you hide You gonna try to say that you got ya one just to stay It don't work bitch don't try I'm blowin holes in yo from the gun that I fire Comin thru dome, come one and all It'd be a to see a buncha muthafuckas fall I'm props to my homies on the southwest side family til the day that we die I'm off into the street them tapes Shoutout to Double A and the he makes Esham, my dogs runnin on the side My gang's grown, muthafucka worldwide My juggalos, we one big It's the Theory, cmon get wit it Psychopathic ninjas on a killing Creeping in the shadows of Psychopathic ninjas you will see As the phantom becomes your reality Yeaaaaah!!
out! *prison door
So how long you here, old man? 20 Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got caught up on some serious shit. I'll be out in 3 years. You thought about escapin this place? Sure I do, but ya see those walls and those guntowers and all them guards. Makes it almost impossible for an old man like me to try and get out of here. Besides, I escape every night. 'cause the one thing they can't lock up is your mind unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's I escape these walls, and I...