graveyards in my pocket. tombstones in my wallet. if you talkin' 'bout my profit
all i see is dead people. all i see is dead people. you starve so when my momma tryna make a couple dollars
any nigga with a problem
they be dyin' over dead people. muthafuckin' dead people. this shit gets deep. don't fuck with me. you end up six feet deep. listen to how i did it. i crept up slow on willow. thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window. in the backseat
potato burners. ski mask
body bag
duct tape
and a pillow. in the front solo. sittin' low with the lights out. feelin' like manson on some sonny sam shit. with a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide
and my watch said they outta time. somebody gotta die
bottom line. front page
column nine. headline: another columbine. i plan and plot and strategized
and thought about it. loaded up everything in the closet. my objective is to get bloody. they can beg and plead
yell and scream. try to leave
get in cheese
pray to god on they knees
but i'm still gettin' fucking ugly. i fuckin' love it. took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it. it's simple insanity. just a murderous fantasy. it's simple insanity. just a murderous fantasy of mine. last night
i must've had a blast choppin up bodies. woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby. body filled with adrenaline. not rememberin what i did to get all this blood on my fuckin' timberlands. cop's sayin i did what to him?
showin me pictures of cut-up bitches
disfigured members with body parts missin. listen
i ain't do shit
i don't know shit. man
i don't give a fuck about that bitch. fuck whatever she said
fuck whatever she saw
it wasn't me. oh no no
not me. listen to the alibi. i was at the movies
that avatar shit
with them 3-d glasses on
and that shit longer than mother fucka. look at my pocket
get the tickets though. that's my alibi
bitch. now what up?
fresh out the cuffs
now i'm back on the outside
and headed west where homicide reside. that's my nigga. he live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape
behind the black gate. rottwielers and pitbulls
surrounded by snakes
ak's and ar's. some niggas hard to play
some niggas play hard
but that house right there
don't go in they yard
it's simple insanity. just a murderous fantasy. it's simple insanity. just a murderous fantasy of mine. beware of dark shit. shot 'em through the fence
tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz. them niggas inside
a couple kittens
and this right here
good riddance. nigga fuck around
it's suicide for instance
picture the mind of a bullet
here i come i can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck. nigga
pray to god i won't hit your chest. now here i come straight outta drum
headed for your lungs. you in my sight. the last one didn't do it right
and i'm waitin. just lookin at you. thinkin about it and gettin tired of lookin at you. hi
daddy
remember me?
goodbye
daddy
this is what it gotta be. you brought me in this world
now i'm takin you out. now you open up your muthafuckin mouth. simple insanity. just a murderous fantasy. simple insanity. just a murderous fantasy of mine.