Difference (Quandry of the Mind)

[Chorus]
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I dream of murder, money, death and slicin' all of you bitches
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I keep it real, I don't change up, never lose faith in the wicked (I'm different)

[Verse 1]
I'm totally different, I'm infectin' like a sickness
Keep it underground, fuck your radio hit-list
I'm always an outcast, I'm reppin' the misfits
I follow no man, I walk alone in the darkness
You say you don't hate me, but you're lyin', you're heartless
Another dead faith, bitch, blood on the park bench
Take another shot 'cause I been waitin' for this
30 videos released and I'm still watchin' the same shit

[Chorus]
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I dream of murder, money, death and slicin' all of you bitches
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I keep it real, I don't change up, never lose faith in the wicked (I'm different)

[Verse 2]
Put this shit on repeat, fuck around and feel me
Ain't the thing that do, but I know that you can't fuckin' see heat
Mainstream rappers alone, bitch, I'm a rare breed
The wicked shit is all I know, removin' your head free
Sinister definition, I'm makin' your ears bleed
Fuckin' up your ear-holes, bitch, can't you hear me?
Make a couple rounds in a video that I don't need
Spend the money you ain't got and now you seek

[Bridge]
Inside of my head, I must be totally different (Different)

[Verse 3]
Look, I'm back and I'm killin' it with this metaphor
I slice and dice the beat with a butcher's knife from the top drawer
Everybody rappin' the same shit in the new store
Another way of sellin' garbage must be a rap whore
I'm iller than a motherfucker, you just a fake bitch
You fight the flames and help the king, get out of my rank shit

[Chorus]
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I dream of murder, money, death and slicin' all of you bitches
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I keep it real, I don't change up, never lose faith in the wicked (I'm different)

[Verse 4]
Psycho sick mentality, I just don't give a fuck
And I murder more tracks than Michael when he's guttin' the sluts
Just know that I'm a sick bastard, you get your neck cut
Take everything that you own, bust a nut in your guts
I fuck you up, you can't get like me, I can't be touched
Cut you from your pussy-hole to your throat, what up, skunk?
Callin' all motherfuckers that just want my buzz
I'll make a toast for a lost cause, you suck

[Chorus]
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I dream of murder, money, death and slicin' all of you bitches
Inside of my head, I must be totally different
I keep it real, I don't change up, never lose faith in the wicked (I'm different)