rappin’ ron – manic mind (ft. mr. ill) lyrics
verse 1 (mr. ill)
when i’m having a bad day
stay the f+ck outta my way
cause a n+gga don’t play i let the tec spray
i pull a disappearing act like houdini
wreckin’ mad sets and necks but you can’t see me
but believe me
i can rise to the occasion
with tec persuasion or sh+lls from my gauge and
cajun spices
ain’t another brother this nice with automatic devices like the vice kid
so f+ck + n+ggas got stuck
for they bucks cause they struck a whole heap of bad luck
i’m like the mad man outta the badlands to catch wreck
aw what thе heck i’m snappin’ mad n+ggas’ necks to flex
my tеcs get respects and raw checks whats next
’nuff tough stuff when i flex yeah
hairs get split as i’m hittin em
i ain’t bullsh+ttin’ em
mad rounds i’m spittin em
i’m hitting you in the chest with the stress
layin’ n+ggas in the coffin
so (?) for permanent rest
let me get loose when these n+ggas run up
bigger n+ggas get the trigger so i figure them guts
will be laying on the pavement
ain’t no saving start digging graves when
i let the gate(?) spit
half maniac, half mass murderer
i spell relief with beef you never heard of
magic, all my
gunshots tragic
having the mind of a sick lunatic i got to have it
blood spills when mr. ill’s in the place
half from half smirk on my motherf+ckin face
i waste no time when i’m out to get mine
olly oxxen free
guess who its me
creepin, plotting, ready to drop your noggin
taking two scoops oops troops i’m not baskin and robbins
trapping n+ggas necks cause they step i’ma wreck
who the f+ck wanna step + trespass and you’re next
tough man
i’ma call your bluff and find yourself on the shelf
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trapped within my maniac mind
verse 2 (ant diddley dog)
i’m a motherf+ckin psycho with these brainiac rhymes
i’m never stoppin always plottin with my maniac mind
n+ggas can’t tell that i got brain cells like norman bates
making your family and your motherf+ckin’ friends mourn at wakes
i gotta have it creating havoc and tragedies
yo plan ain’t working i got fool proof strategies
so motherf+cker get ready for your doom
cause i’m slicing like freddie and sending n+ggas to they f+ckin tomb
laying stiffer than a mummy
you thought that playing with your life was funny?
you stupid ass dead dummy
sometimes i think that i be fiending cause i be needing
to see n+ggas suffering, coughin’, and bleedin’
and what i use is glock
triggers and pumps drop
n+ggas and punks cause i figure them punks
so close your eyes you gon’ get pulverized
and i’ma let my partners finish you off to make sure you die
and ain’t nothing left but your carcass for tryna start with a sick n+gga from the town that’s cold heartless
i’m kinda crazy sh+t be going through my mind
and when i get the time i like to test out my nine
cause my insane brain is trained in slayin’ and hurting fool
i use the tools and rules explained in murder school
my head been thinking this way for years
leaving b+tches in tears and h+lla n+ggas in fear
psychiatric evaluations and cat scans can’t help diddley
if you don’t believe me ask psychiatrists who dealt with me
i had a shrink (“you’re crazy”) is what the hoe said
i had to prove it with three bullets in her forehead
the hoe dead nothing left but a flat line
and the cause of it all
was my maniac mind
verse 3 (rappin ron)
i got the mind of a maniac
cause every time i’m getting keyed
i lay back and start to think and see n+ggas bleed
and hit the joint and then i’m getting further
because i know that if a n+gga step then i’ma be committin’ murder
cause i never did like your ass
now you made a wrong turn and you walking up a psycho path
that’s where h+lla motherf+ckers died
and then another brother tried
when i was on the other side
off a chronic sack thats where rappin ron be at
and i’m coming sicker than a f+cking hypochondriac
and when i’m drinking + all i be thinking
is no man can handle me that oakland mentality
is ? quick
cause bullsh+ts what i’m tired of
you get fired up your jaws getting wired up
your heads spinning like a merry+go+round
so look down right now
cause that’s gon’ be your burial ground
and if you front you get your domed sprayed
now here’s a motherf+cking shovel cause you bout to dig your own grave
and fool you only got a half minute
and when you finish diggin’ n+gga thats when i’ma throw yo ass in it
so now it’s time for you to pay the fine
don’t think that i’m tryna act tough n+gga thats just my state of mind
and yo this sh+t is extraordinary
so n+gga don’t be the next delivery to the mortuary
you getting shot if you stare at me
they found out that i was sick now i’m going through some therapy
and motherf+ckers thinkin ron is a brainiac
h+ll naw i got the mind of a maniac
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