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Mike Chaos

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My Mind Ain't Right
Whats up man?

[Lynch] Whats that?

Its that prozac

[Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that?

Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys

[Lynch] Let me get some of that. I NEED it

Hahaha... Shit. What the fucks wrong with you boy. Whats up..

[Chorus]
See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

[Verse 1]
Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I'm goin' in - here I go again
Back to fuckin' with that O-8 English mixed with gin
Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine
No brain - smurf it ain't no thang to
Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
Wanna fuck with me - the psycho of the city
I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin'

[Chorus]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'

[Verse 2]
See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac smurf
Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks smurf
Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector
Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut
Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff
Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash
Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your ass
Don't make me take it out on your family - fuck your thug homies
Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie
Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me
All you know is I drink O-E - thats from the songs smurf
You fuckin' with the wrong smurf bout to get touched up
Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank
Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank
Thats the only reason what you nikkaz think - I got problems

[Chorus]
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'

(shhhhh)

[Verse 3]
Post your comments here - on my motherfuckin' nutsack
So fuck that smurf - I put his guts in a black sack
And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby
I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot
nikkaz better pay me I don't work for free
Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules
Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes
Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the motherfuckin' canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you nikkaz can't stand this
I deliver the rip spit shit - that get ridda bitch quick shit
Hit nikkaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus
And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone
Now these nikkaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit
And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face
Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face

[Chorus]
Cause my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'

shhhh
 

the dark knight

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IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII've been working on the raaaailroad
all the livelong daay
iiii've been working on the railroad
juuust to pass the time away

caaant you hear the whistle blowing...
 

Mike Chaos

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Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
 

Mike Chaos

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sing along time!!! press play and sing along bitch!
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Hard Body Motherfucker Got The Heart Of A Killer
Young God In The Building 'Bout To Start A Religion
'Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some missiles
Bring 'Em Straight To Your Block And Go To War With You Bitches
If you Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position
Shoot A smurf On The Porch And Make Him Fall In The Kitchen
Copped A Big Boy Porsche With All The Specifics
And I Keep The Torche Baby Call Me Olympics
Red White Blue Pills Flip My Skills Like Gyminst
And Never Give A Bitch Money Blood Kidneys
When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish
With A Medal round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis
The Land Of The Murder Dope Crack And Surenges
Pull Up On You In The Coupe How Fat Is Your Engine
Never Talk To Those That Sat On The Benches No
I Was In The Game On 4th And Inches
These smurfs Want The Business
I'm gonna Give These Boys The Business
See you Fucking With The Boy That Tow Toys Before Christmas
Got All These Hoes Tripping
Got All These Hoes Stripping
No We Ain't Psc But Them Bitches Know We Tipping
I Just Bought A Pint And Ain't No one Of You all Sipping
Make My Friends Buy They Own Shit I'm Tired Of Being Friendly
You Ain't Gotta Lie Just To Try To Be With Me
Got Bitches Up In Heaven Waiting At The God To Be With Me
I'm Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Just Crazy?
I Been Around I'm Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen
Hairpin Trigger No I Won't Shave It
I Spot Hip-Hop In The Ocean I'm Gonna Save It
The South Is So Dirty Bitch you Can Bath It
Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Mating
Babygirl Your Pussy Looking So Vacant
And It's Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Making
Fuck Waste Deep I'm In Over My Head
But It's Cool I'm gonna Make It I'm Good Like Meagan
Your Girl Want Me To Come Ron Like Reagan
Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And
I Don't Fear Nothing But God And Weddings
At The Top Of My Paper Like I'm Starting A Heading
My Homie Santana Yeah that's My Ace
But You May Know Us As I Can't Feel My Face

They Don't Know Where I Came From But They Know Where I'm Going
And I'm gonna Tell Just How The Top Feels When I'm On
In The Game I'm No Cheetah I'm a Tiger I'm a Cougar I'm A Panther I'm a Bengal
Ocho Cinco
I'm Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie
In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feeling freer Than Willie
When them smurfs Left Eye It Got A Little Bit Chilli
But I Just Let It Burn Like The End Of A Philly
 

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Dwayne Carter Lost
 

Mike Chaos

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No he didn't lose anything. So he kissed his best friend? What's wrong with that? I guess everyone is jealous they that they don't have that type of relationship with a fatherlike friend.