Only Nip Can do It

I'm finna get these niggas

That's jockin my rap style off of my dick

I'm insane, so I strain my brain in a flame

Bad dreams of a child bein tossed through a window pane

Ruff, tuff, take no stuff in a scuff', call your bluff

St. Patrick's Day, wrists breakin handcuffs

Boom, I need room to doom

Area code 713, the rich live on the moon

Right hand is a hatchet, left arm is a quarter

Both my legs glued together helps me sleep under water

Doubt spark in South Park, it's worse after dark

Went to jail for tryin to breed a pitbull with a dead shark

A fingernail file takes care of your child

Norman Bates, Everclear, demonic brain in exile

Muscles, bitch, it's time I flex em

Headlines read: 'Blind man dead at Exxon'

South Park is the fort, I'm the dangerous sort

Olympic gold medallist, killin cops is a sport

Because I'm evil and I won't try to hide this

Half way home, psycho, half psychotic-psychiatrist

It ain't no joke, your ass'll get smoked

Dead bodies plus my jacket equals priceless mink coats

But hoes think I'm weak, no time for marriage

Razor-sharp butcher knives, switch blades, lyrical mis-carriage

All competators, Ganksta NIP on the mic

Ain't gon' lie, your rhymes are dope

But I wouldn't bet my check on em

Rugged and narrow, I piss in your bone marrow

South Park inventor of the devil-killin bow and arrow

Strong, never alone, cracking your dome

Half giraffe, half cheeta, mixed with Indian chromosomes

Psycho flow, lettin you know I can go

Another word for your mommy in two letters

(Hoooold up, wait a minute!

Ganksta NIP, it's not fitted)

They say by time I hit the weed, the psycho wants to see blood

Images of Jason drownin children in a flood

If you want to fuck with NIP; be prepared for the cappin

I hope you can see death a 100 days before it happens

Me usin insight to kick knowledge on this song

Me body can be destroyed, but me mindstate lives on

Crazy mental thoughts keep the devil on my dick

Throw a copper in the air, coalition picnic

Shoot em down, shoot em down, with the glock, with the glock

Yes, me want to kill you, crooked cop, crooked cop

Duck down, duck down when you see the psycho come

Punk withdrew with spray me 'fore he made me touch this gun

The South Park Psycho may not take shit

If you're from the other side, you're gonna get your wig split

Cause me not give a fuck if a nigga pull a knife

Cause even if me die, mi come back to take a life

And if you go to sleep, your body will scream

From the pain, hail, rain, as we hunt you in your dream

It's almost dead time, dirty devil, you blew it

In the end you cannot win, only Psycho NIP can do it

Buck

Bitch

I come back to my own self, I hunt with a knife

20 blades, 20 grenades, need more blood for the sacrifice

I'm angry as fuck, nigga, plus I'm deranged

I won't stop druggin through your veins till I enter a sequence change

Pass the square, that herb is hervous

What ever it wants me to do, I'm at his service

So I step in the dark, chronic thoughts of a shark

South Park suicide, severed heads in a Skylark

Teenager was lonely, he lust for a life

Bad boy butchers his mother with a boy scout butcher knife

Damn, I need me a zinger

A hideous Halloween, 16 needles in a butterfinger

Back to the slaughterhouse with flesh on the ground

My brain is a faucet, each drop of blood weighs a 1000 pounds

Smart move if you're runnin for shelter

Cause I'm Helter chasin Freddy in one muthafuckin Skelter

Bitch, you piss me off, I'll turn into a villain

Snap my fingers and hear the echo of 4000 killings

But ehm - star-spangled banner, star-spangled banner

David Banner, Ganksta NIP and Tony Montana

Guinea tragedy, South Park strategy

Satan is mad at me, tell him come battle me

Hm - cause I don't love him, my dome is too witty

This rhyme by itself kills 3000 devils in 30 cities