(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 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

 Chorus

 (Nigga, what you thinkin bout