Enter the mind of a sick nigga

[dballer]

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 45 Thompson
and we gon see if all that shit 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 muthafuckin 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 niggaz that a fuck 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 shit get funky I just get on up
and blow your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

 

[boss]

dballer are you ok? is this a sign or code that you need help cause my brother we are here for you!!! tell the voices in your head to LEAVE YOU ALONE!! that is all...........

 

[b fold the truth]

Word (as B True does his best white boy dance).

B True

 

[Frackal]

I heard on platnium chat the other day that dballer likes men!!

 

[§äñît¥ Pôí§ðñ]

I was waiting for my coffee pot
When I heard the damn thing explode
Well I called the manufacturer
But he just put me on hold
Sure enough, he put me on ignore
By the time I got to state my case
You know I forgot what I was calling for



I been waiting in a traffic jam, I been waiting for a parking space
Now I’m waiting in the dentist chair just to see someone’s face
Man I don’t know just what is worse
Waiting for a root canal
Or then to wait in line to pay the nurse


I just hate to wait so don’t you waste my time
Don’t you show up late and think that I don’t mind
If you want to waste your life I don’t care, just don’t waste mine


Now I’m waitin for some better times, yes I’m waiting for the day to come
When I can get an honest answer from anyone in Washington
When uncle Sam will play it straight and mother justice will be blind
But I won’t be betting on it, I may be crazy but I haven’t lost my mind

 

[satanic goatslayer]

Bitch ass niggaz
Expire
Retire
Stab em in the throat
With a dayton spoke wire

 

[BaBa-BooeY]

Bitch ass niggaz
Expire
Retire
Stab em in the throat
With a dayton spoke wire

Damn nigga, that was deep.Here have a glass of moonshine

 

[§äñît¥ Pôí§ðñ]

He wore the finest stuff, platinum chains with diamond cuts
Hawaiian slush, combined with wine and coconuts.
[Pushed a 'lac, gator shoes, amani suits, shahou(?)
Plenty hoes, plenty loot, a major nigga, a paid nigga.]
Kept some red Jarans, plus a big benz, plus a lex jeep
Plus the best friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas.
{Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, gucci sweata
Spillin' armaredda in a black Baretta
For the fools who change like blue weather.}
[His tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy boots
Pushed more hummers than army troops, word to my men Dukes.]
Look at him 'sached down, more kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet, planned the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest.
{I keep the gold chain, and a cold dame,
We drove a fast car in a slow lane,
With caviar with the white cocaine flick it all in the dope game.}
[Snooort coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga throat
Spunt half of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat.]

 

[satanic goatslayer]

Damn nigga, that was deep.Here have a glass of moonshine

Word to the meathooks.

If I had a new batch I'd pour one out for you. Like dead homies though, once that liquor touched the ground, I'd promptly begin licking the ground in hopes of salvaging the holy nectar.

 

[Checkmatebloated]

I'm so rich i wear Polo when I play polo, I can buy car with my credit cars. I wear my leather in the summer to every show with the whip around the neck I control the hoe.