My Mind Ain't Right

(专辑： Lynch By Inch: Suicide Note - 2003)

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 going in here I go again
Back to fucking with that O-8 English mixed with gin
Back to tucking shit thats cold make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I'm taking gold thangs shake mixed with cocaine
No brain nigga 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 bursting

[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 nuthing

[Verse 2]
See something ain't right I'mma need some prozac nigga
Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga
Smoking 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
Squirting out that red stuff all over your dinette stuff
Dripping into your living room Im dipping 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 nigga
You fucking with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up
Like car paint O-E and weed is how my breath stank
Spitting at your war tank for the more bank
Thats the only reason what you niggaz 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 nuthing

(shhhhh)

[Verse 3]
Post your comments here on my motherfucking nutsack
So fuck that nigga 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
Niggaz 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 motherfucking canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can't stand this
I deliver the rip spit shit that get ridda bitch quick shit
Hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus
And I dips dips to the honeycomb money gone
Now these niggaz 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 nuthing

shhhh