[Julius]
I woke up, stumbled out of bed
Look like blood is on my hands and my knuckles is red
Wait a minute, I don't fuckin' understand
Why I got a shovel in my hand and mud is on my pants
Have I been sleepwalkin? What's happenin' to me?
Aw shit, it don't really make sense, I'm a cat who don't sleep often
Or if it's a dream, I've been havin' this dream often
Yo, I'm a villain but nobody know
I'm a young gorilla, Mighty Joe
Listen to me, I'm a killer and I've been pickin' my victims randomly like eeny-meeny-miny-moe
I act like I got a license to spaz, I got a knife and a mask
The same spirit that's in Tyson is in me is enticin' the bite and the fight when I'm mad
My mind is narrow like a bike cyclin' path, I'm a psychopath
I be runnin' around at night, actin' like a werewolf cuz I took a likin' to that
Should you intervene? Nah, let me be
Do I have one sane thought? Let me see
My mind is havin' a gatherin', invite insanity, he didn't RSVP
[Kenny]
They try to reason with me like "Have a heart"
Motherfucker, I'm crazy, I'm close to a cannibal, for dinner I may have a heart
I'm an assassin who just happened to develop a passion for this rappin' art
Roll my grass in a fat cigar
Fuck cuttin' you a break, rather cut through your brakes
Then sit back pointin' and laughin' while you crash your car
You niggas lucky I smoke
You motherfuckers lucky I smoke
If I didn't, I couldn't keep my temper under control, I'd probably fuckin' explode
I'd find your wifey and your mother and start fuckin' em both
I'd put a slug in your throat
I'd tie your carcass up to a boat
Floor the boat, make it tug on the rope
You think I'm playin'? The one you shouldn't fuckin' provoke
You think I'm playin'? I'll clean you niggas up with no soap
Hear what I'm sayin'
They be like "Kenny seems real, Kenny seems chill, Kenny he lyrically kill"
They don't know I literally will
I'm mentally ill, I really think Kenny need pills
Cuz my attic's a mess; my mind, I'm out of it
Yes, I'm manic and yes, that I confess
Though my lyrics show and prove it
I been goin' through it too much, and my mental got too much goin' through it
[Demetrius]
Should I go out with a bang? I mean go out like bangs
I mean Kurt Co, I mean blow out my brains
Now that'll clear my attic out cuz I'm no doubt in pain and I know how to aim
But I fear that that route'll leave my mama in tears without a doubt
But I'd rather sit alone in a haunted house than to sit here alone with my thoughts, what's that about?
Yeah, that mean my mental is haunted
Turn on the T.V., I'm a killer that's wanted
I look in the mirror and my image is somethin' else
Help, I feel like I'm somethin' from Hell
I got bottled up anger, I mean I bottled my anger
And now I'm tryin' to slang it to ya
Yeah, bottoms up, drank up
Give you a shot of all my problems in your drink cup
Hee Haw Damien, he's high and a crazy one, with them crazy thoughts
You can reincarnate me as a baby doll, name me Charles
Yeah, I'm feelin' past mid-evil
A nigga feelin' maximum evil
I had me a dream I was Dracula sinkin' his teeth into people
Draggin' you back to my castle to drink you
[Julius]
So much in my attic, I just need to clear some space, see
No, I'm not an addict, you can't rehabilitate me
My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess
My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess
I got so much on my mind, I don't really know what's up there sometimes
My mind is cluttered, yeah, so cluttered, maybe if I give a fuck I'll be fine
I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah, I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah
