My Mind Ain't Right

Whats up man?

(Lynch) Whats that?

Its that prozac

(Lynch) How many - how many milligrams is that?

Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys

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

Hahaha... Shit. What the fucks wrong with you boy. Whats up..

[Chorus]

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 fuckin' with that O-8 English mixed with gin

Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin

Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine

No brain - nigga it ain't no thang to

Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who

Wanna fuck 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'

[Chorus]

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 wont 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 nigga

Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga

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 ass

Don't make me take it out on your family - fuck 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-E - thats from the songs nigga

You fuckin' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up

Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank

Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank

Thats the only reason what you niggaz think - I got problems

[Chorus]

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 wont 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'

(shhhhh)

[Verse 3]

Post your comments here - on my motherfuckin' nutsack

So fuck that nigga - 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

Niggaz 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 motherfuckin' canvas

Its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can't stand this

I deliver the rip spit shit - that get ridda bitch quick shit

Hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus

And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone

Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit

And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face

Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face

[Chorus]

Cause 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 wont 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'

shhhhh