I never gave a shit about offendin' people I don't walk I fuckin' sprint across pins and needles The tales I spin are lethal cuttin' tards and fools Until they're left with red marx like russian garden tools I'm sorry fools if it's a sensitive subject Step against me and it's a definite upset Cool as wind in winters when it's nearin a sunset Appearin piercin peers with a spear and a gunset With an elephant trunk neck with pellets that unstretch and Pin bodies on the walls like a skeleton upset I'm tellin em whats next like I've tapped into the universe Human nerves cracked and served to a computer used to do the work You should learn that lubriderm will never soothe ensuing burns assuming you confused a future fusioner with fuses used in grooming perms You're loosing - amusing words, I'm fuming - I'm lucifer King of the Hot Shit and you nerds are soon to burn. (Hook) Psy 9 Creepin up ya stairs while you're right there Sleepin sneakin into your dreams and feedin on your nightmares Is life fair? No. But I'll give you a hint- Count 1 to 10 like freddy and never sleep again I'm psy 9 flowin floatin stirrin up a nightmare At night while you're hallucinatin darkenin the lights there Why Care? Cause I could be positive with movements But instead its a joke - this is an illusion. I'm the Texas born Kentucky raised never bored with puffin haze Unless its scorched and laced with fuckin aids then nothins blazed Put it back in the baggy, backtrack to the ally where I grabbed that cali from a cabbie that had the shwaggy - Product I'ma illa killa brought up in the hills with the pills and the prada. Yada yada i'm glum grinnin done spendin my months pension on skinny women Cause the henny got me kinda trippin Slippin people always claim shows fail Or tapes won't sale like rooms at the bates motel It's like a prison payphone jail you just want ya 2 cents in, Not to mention shots intended for cops cockin glocks n clenchin Pinchin trigger switchin liftin infants, Flippin pistons ditchin engines pickin different pigments Rippin bars just to prove it isn't hard livin large. Ya business finished I lit with a rhythm and bitchin guitars (hook) Psy 9 Creepin up ya stairs while you're right there Sleepin sneakin into your dreams and feedin on your nightmares Is life fair? No. But I'll give you a hint- Count 1 to 10 like freddy and never sleep again I'm psy 9 flowin floatin stirrin up a nightmare At night while you're hallucinatin darkenin the lights there Why Care? Cause I could be positive with movements But instead its a joke - this is an illusion.