My Mind Aint Right

Explain Whats up man?

(Lynch) Whats that?

Its that prozac

(Lynch) How many - how many milligrams is that?
 [bad word]  five hundred. Better watch out for these boys

(Lynch) Let me get some of that. I NEED it

Hahaha... [bad word]  What the [bad word] wrong with you boy. Whats up..

[Hook]
See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

[Verse 1]
Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I'm goin' in - here I go again
Back to [bad word]  with that O-8 English mixed with gin
Back to tuckin' [bad word] thats cold make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine
No brain - [bad word] it ain't no thang to
Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
Wanna [bad word] with me - the psycho of the city
I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin'

[Hook]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'

[Verse 2]
See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac [bad word] Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks [bad word] Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector
Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut
Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff
Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash
Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your [bad word] Don't make me take it out on your family - [bad word] your thug homies
Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie
Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me
All you know is I drink O-- thats from the songs [bad word] You [bad word]  with the wrong [bad word] bout to get touched up
Like car paint - O-and weed - is how my breath stank
Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank
Thats the only reason what you niggas think - I got problems

[Hook]

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[Verse 3]
Post your comments here - on my [bad word]  [bad word] So [bad word] that [bad word] - I put his guts in a black sack
And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby
I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot
Niggas better pay me I don't work for free
Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules
Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes
Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the [bad word]  canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you niggas can't stand this
I deliver the rip spit [bad word] - that get ridda [bad word] quick [bad word] Hit niggas with tips and split [bad word] in half like citrus
And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone
Now these niggas mad cause I own [bad word] and release my own [bad word] And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face
Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face

[Hook]

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