Crazy Men Ahead (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I get the straight jacket on my back so come and strap it miss Made to see your brains so on the ground I gotta crack it Poke her till the point your head is open Yo I hope you got the pores to cut away my fuckin throat Cause I'll be coverin the screams of your women if I rape her Stick her with my butcher knife and now I'll make your paper I'm not christian latin but I'm livin' like a duke I'm makin mad loot I'm seeing crazy shit to make you puke Fuck the age I don't respect them Rather take a double barrel shotgun and fuck you in your rectum [Verse 2] The insane spectrum in effect and it's wavy Mr. Charles Manson got a body count like motherfuckin' crazy I'm bravely, suckers are a no no Yo, Jeffrey isn't crazy he's a broken hearted homo So so the culture like a vulture I'll be ripping off the flesh Who's the bastard put mobs up in a casket Everybody's dead up in my head I'm just a sicko All those who call me sucker done already sucked a dick so Back off and step back cause you child is much whack Figuring your crew is giving head the way your lips smack Tosser I'm the boss who's given losses to your kitty I'm break your fuckin back like I'll be pullin out on titties Mr. Bundy, how many women's undies did you bloody? If I count them on a 5 I think you got me on a nutty type of gutsy [Verse 3] Got's nuts I hit sluts and young lambs the young man Sam I am I do slam I can't stand my dick jammed, tastes great So how's about some head Mrs. Reagan? I'm sure your fuckin redneck reggae is looking great and Participate in what I like to call a dog to dairy The crazy man ahead is out to kill the happy cherry And rappers say that shit is big of me I get the crowd lives effects without the fuckin diggity [Verse 4] I torture niggas armies like a dopey Stink just like a nazi here's the holocaust for those that wanna stop me With 9 M&Ms in your mouth when I be flexin' Bust my knuckles, full of glass cause I swung at my reflection Mr. Grid the massacres spectacular 'bout um, um This wasted nigga happens to be a fan of Jonestown Jonestown, you know Jim Jones, Mr. Suicide Had everyone in the town drinking juice with cyanide And seconds understand this guys a loose screw A broke lid so when I'm in your neighborhood be careful of your 40 kid