People say that I got a bad temper Keep on playin We gon get your ass dismembered Did I kill him I really can’t remember I been drugged up out my mind Since last December He pissed me off But I didn’t mean to kill him He owed me money So my choppa had to bill him Keep his body in my freezer Gotta chill him I’m extra hungry So I might just have to grill him Please cancel all my plans I just popped some xans I’m a sick fuck You better knuckle up My mind is on a hundred Better buckle up Do you wanna test me I’ll cut off all your toes And hang you by your testes Voices in my head I got a hundred of em Acting like I’m normal But I’m really undercover on em Please don’t fuckin touch me I don’t wanna make a scene I’ll get them bullets fuckin jumping Like they on a trampoline