Sickological Twisted Insane

[Verse 1]

And I'm a nigga that's sick-o
Jackin' on my dick with the blood from the chick that I split
I am that nympho
I gotta make sure that she dead when I fuck a nigga bitch
'cos a nigga really love that
Scissor the bitches pussy and put it on the blades of the Killah
Tellin' ya where the slugs at
Fallin' up out the pussy with the rest of the razor blades for the Killah
Brainsick
I am the demon if you wanna keep pretendin' I will keep runnin' up into your home ('fore the time go?)
And I walked up in that muthafucka hanging on your WIFE and you DAUGHTER and your SON with a blindfold
Movin' through the hall whackin' and then starin' from bedroom to bedroom keep peepin' 'em
(?) (?) (?) trippin' and just feindin' to eat
But I know that I smell the blood of an Englishman

[lots of screaming, potentially from one of Twisted Insane's victims]

And have a mothafucka coming
Suitable to get the rest of the body ready for the stomach
Saw this shit on TV
An' turned around and told the homie that I already have done it
Already off the gin
Finna be off of sin
Creepin' around the den
Gettin' faded on tha mothafuckin' block
Puffin' up on a blunt
Niggas don't wanna stunt
Pull up and get dumped
You will and everyone you know is gettin' shot
'cos imma be some nutcase
Murder murder whatchu talkin' 'bout
I'm ready to see whatchu was about
And homie we can touch (bases?)
And look into the eyes of the devil and you gon' weep without a doubt
'cos nigga I'm a PSYCHO
Lookin' up under the bed for bloody bodies in my visions
And I give a fuck what niggas say about me cos a mothafucka's always ready to bust slugs with precision