Helterskkkelter
Yeah!
Let me get one of those big motherfuckers and shit in there
You know what I'm saying?
I'm back in this bitch!
Just like Ice-T, you motherfuckers should have killed me last year!
Yeah, in the house with my motherfucking brother Esham
You know what I'm saying?
Getting a little too much power for these motherfuckers!
Sick in the head
So I tried to kill a priest
I'm thinking of excuses
Instead of killing me
The Symptoms of Insanity's got me going psycho
Friday the 13th just like Michael
If I get wreck
Then I wreck when I wreck it
When I mic check
1, 2 when I check it
Looking for excuses just to get ill
How many cops can one man kill
Many, plenty, all if any
A penny for your thoughts
But death is what you bought
From a public enemy, public figure
Not your regular nigga
Like a rusty razor but I'll faze you like a taser
Think of Malice Green
And then I get Deja Vu
Then I get voodoo wicket
Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it
Shit goddamn, goddamn shit
Suck my dick when the heater goes click
And by the way, fuck you man
Goddamn, you better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
Before some nigga get hurt
Let a nun suck my dick in the back of the church
Another one bites the dirt
When I put in work
Shit, you're talking to an expert
The Tazmanian Devil
Black Devil
That Devil you don't know
And don't want to know
Cause I'm kind of like a head hunter, jack
Chop it off and I'm gonna, black
You know I want to, black
Can't no, ain't no if, ands, or buts
When my dick swings low
I'm dropping my nuts to the flo'
Slap a ho, and let her know
Lick the hairs on my nuts
Or better yet my afro
Big nigga, cooped up gorilla
And like Ice-T, I'm a fucking cop killa
Motherfuck the Ku Klux Klan
You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum Redrum redrum
Murder murder murder
Standing in my way
Then I got to hurt ya
Never get happy
Hair always nappy
You'll get slapped, G
Unholy pappy
Visions of bloody bodies
Bloody bodies of vision
My mind and suicide
Head on collision
I vision an incision
Some psycho decision
Psychedelic funking
Slam jam dunking
This is do or die
So I'd rather be dead
Cops get outta line
Off with their heads
I flex the text
And break some fucking necks
Me and a nun had sex
And special effects
Make me crazy, mad, boy I'm fucking bad
You couldn't even had all the problems I've had
Psycho sick, suck my dick
Abracadabara, black magic
Voodoo wicket, wicket voodoo
Scare you, go boo
Funky doodoo
I'm wicket, standing with my gat in my hand
You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum Yeah, bitch!
How the fuck you going to kill a dead man, motherfucker?
Don't you know I've been dead, motherfucker?
You nigga!
I'm the motherfucker that gave you eyes, bitch!
You seeing through my eyes, motherfucker!
You know who I'm talking to, bitch!
This is Deadboy, motherfucker!
When you try and creep bitch
I'm going to get your motherfucking ass!
Let me get one of those big motherfuckers and shit in there
You know what I'm saying?
I'm back in this bitch!
Just like Ice-T, you motherfuckers should have killed me last year!
Yeah, in the house with my motherfucking brother Esham
You know what I'm saying?
Getting a little too much power for these motherfuckers!
Sick in the head
So I tried to kill a priest
I'm thinking of excuses
Instead of killing me
The Symptoms of Insanity's got me going psycho
Friday the 13th just like Michael
If I get wreck
Then I wreck when I wreck it
When I mic check
1, 2 when I check it
Looking for excuses just to get ill
How many cops can one man kill
Many, plenty, all if any
A penny for your thoughts
But death is what you bought
From a public enemy, public figure
Not your regular nigga
Like a rusty razor but I'll faze you like a taser
Think of Malice Green
And then I get Deja Vu
Then I get voodoo wicket
Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it
Shit goddamn, goddamn shit
Suck my dick when the heater goes click
And by the way, fuck you man
Goddamn, you better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
Before some nigga get hurt
Let a nun suck my dick in the back of the church
Another one bites the dirt
When I put in work
Shit, you're talking to an expert
The Tazmanian Devil
Black Devil
That Devil you don't know
And don't want to know
Cause I'm kind of like a head hunter, jack
Chop it off and I'm gonna, black
You know I want to, black
Can't no, ain't no if, ands, or buts
When my dick swings low
I'm dropping my nuts to the flo'
Slap a ho, and let her know
Lick the hairs on my nuts
Or better yet my afro
Big nigga, cooped up gorilla
And like Ice-T, I'm a fucking cop killa
Motherfuck the Ku Klux Klan
You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum Redrum redrum
Murder murder murder
Standing in my way
Then I got to hurt ya
Never get happy
Hair always nappy
You'll get slapped, G
Unholy pappy
Visions of bloody bodies
Bloody bodies of vision
My mind and suicide
Head on collision
I vision an incision
Some psycho decision
Psychedelic funking
Slam jam dunking
This is do or die
So I'd rather be dead
Cops get outta line
Off with their heads
I flex the text
And break some fucking necks
Me and a nun had sex
And special effects
Make me crazy, mad, boy I'm fucking bad
You couldn't even had all the problems I've had
Psycho sick, suck my dick
Abracadabara, black magic
Voodoo wicket, wicket voodoo
Scare you, go boo
Funky doodoo
I'm wicket, standing with my gat in my hand
You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum You better murder me man
You better murder me man, you better redrum, redrum Yeah, bitch!
How the fuck you going to kill a dead man, motherfucker?
Don't you know I've been dead, motherfucker?
You nigga!
I'm the motherfucker that gave you eyes, bitch!
You seeing through my eyes, motherfucker!
You know who I'm talking to, bitch!
This is Deadboy, motherfucker!
When you try and creep bitch
I'm going to get your motherfucking ass!
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Writer(s): John Lennon, Paul Mccartney
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