Lyrics

[Intro: Ganksta NIP] (Charlie Manson) Uh, South side, North side (Ted Bundy) To East coast, West coast Man... These laws and the feds, mane they want to know whether this boy sic [unintelligable layered voices...] But Peep game one time (Ganksta NIP) [Verse 1: Ganksta NIP] Picture a room full of candles, it's dark inside Newspaper clippins on the wall from victims that died Blood everywhere You can tell the psych done been through He had darts in their faces up to number 52 Psycho stalking niggas, Tech nine stays handy He would sit inside the park and laugh and give kids candy People say he was weird, he smothered heads in a quilt He always scratched off people names those are the ones he had killed Real slow psych torture style, pass me the scissors, uh And cut off microscopic pieces of a mirror Out of stomach meat, You can tell the spinal was crumbled By the gestures that they made and the words that they mumbled Shit like "Nip Don't do it, he's already dead" And if it's beef he is the type to shoot your child in the head You got this nigga fucked up, Ganksta Nip is so bold You make him mad, and he'll act bad You can watch him run through a household, He's sic [Hook: Ganksta NIP] Uh, Rap-A-Lot, Compound, these niggas They sic, uh Scarface, uh This nigga is sic, uh Big Chief, Lil J, uh ...niggas sic, uh [Verse 2: Ganksta NIP] Psych Ward mercenary Stay armed and ready It takes practice, much training keeping nail guns steady When it clicks it drills deep, His blood finna seep And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep Graveyards in my slaughterhouse, we catch you and beat you Mutilation plus bacteria the stray cats eat you You can bet this here is full of healthy humans and mice Kinda looking like a fleshy big pot full of rice When you stir it up Watch you sniff a terrible smell I walk around with a sign, say "Psych got gumbo to sell" Big bowls cost more and you eat every bit People ask me what ingredients I put it in this shit Stew meat, chopped beef, different animals look And you can bet this all came out of an insect cook book Now I Gotcha hooked, the crowd they knew it Mix my food with human flesh like the chinese do it This boy sic Uh, South side North side East side West side this boy's sic, uh H-Town in the house Bushwick that boy's sic, uh It dont' stop Master P, Shack: them boys sic Lakewood for the track, Le Roy Them muthafuckin' nigga sic Compound They quick to kill