All these muthafuckin killas
 And these muthafuckin wicked ass preachers
 They have they congregations  you know what I'm sayin?
 They have people to move somethin  know what I'm talkin about?
 I'm just tryin to get mine  on the grind
 Psycho Club  know what I'm talkin about?
 [Verse 1]
 As I go in a rage
 Shoot inside the crowd  make em scatter like Raid
 Don't give a fuck, bitch duck, he fell in the lobby
 Pick up a needle now there's thousands of holes inside his body
 Blood leakin, moving real fast down his arm
 The third fuckin slice is the muthafuckin charm
 Let me see if they right, cuz I'm thinkin they wrong
 The third slice is the one where I bring forth chromes
 I'ma altered beast, with a zillion a styles
 Uh, y'all keep it quiet while I murder a while
 Move somethin, Psych Ward, all over the world
 I want the kids and the parents and the boys and girls
 Come join, bring money it's good for your health
 If you don't join, then you'll meet the children of death
 Let me explain, hopin that you will go through it
 Jim Jones did it, why the psych can't do it?
 [Chorus]
 Charles Manson did it, why the psych can't do it?
 David Koresh did it, why the psych can't do it?
 Ted Bundy did it, why the psych can't do it?
 John Gasey did it, why the psych can't do it?
 Jeffery Dahmer did it, why the psych can't do it?
 Jim Baker did it, why the psych can't do it?
 Jimmy Swaggart did it, why the psych can't do it?
 Lil Rick did it, why the psych can't do it?
 [Verse 2]
 Smoke a dip, flip the script, ball and chain and the whip
 The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips
 Pit bulls come, claimin all the pieces that's left
 Whatever parts that they don't eat, the fire ants feel wealth
 Then they throw a party, now they on their feet
 But that rival ant gang, they want that meat
 Now it's an ant war, fire ants cannot be beat
 Now that's the same type a shit that you see on the street
 Hit the sweet, move somethin, then grab your glocks
 Cuz niggas listen to my music then they go kill cops
 They in a trance, hypnotically they do what I say
 See, I got the hook up spot where you can buy an A-K
 Then go out, straight murderin, and start you a spree
 And don't come back until a thousand nine hundred seventy three
 Bodies drop, inside the freezer, with ziplock tags
 And leave the corpses all tied up in ziplock bags
 A blow torch is now needed, they'll turn into crust
 Cuz with the fire, then immortals turn slowly to dust
 Psycho NIP, mad scientist, I'll crush up them bones
 Cuz I'll catch you, I'll keep you, I'll kill you in the Psych
 Ward
 [Chorus]
 (Big Ron instead of "Lil Rick")
 [Verse 3]
 Bumblebees, grasshopers, spiders, they do hit the spot
 Check nuts, now what, see Mr Snake's on the block
 Insect war ground, see I can face it now
 For my reality is body parts, I can taste it now
 Crushed ice cubes keeps it all frozen stiff
 A chainsaw pursues much blood, they ready to rip
 What you want? You bloody shit, when the wrists get slit
 A thumbtack takes out the eyeballs, they bust real quick
 [Chorus]
 (Rowdy Riggins instead of "Lil Rick