Manic Mind (Ft. Mr. ILL)

Verse 1 (Mr. Ill)
When I'm having a bad day
Stay the fuck outta my way
Cause a nigga 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 shells from my gauge and
Cajun spices
Ain't another brother this nice with automatic devices like the vice kid
So fuck - niggas 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 niggas' 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 bullshittin' em
Mad rounds I'm spittin em
I'm hitting you in the chest with the stress
Layin' niggas in the coffin
So they can stay for permanent rest
Let me get loose when these niggas run up
Bigger niggas 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 gauge 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 frown, half smirk on my motherfuckin face
I waste no time when I'm out to get mine
Olly-olly-oxen-free
Guess who its me
Creepin, plotting, ready to drop your noggin
Taking two scoops oops troops I'm not Baskin and Robbins
Trapping niggas necks cause they step I'ma wreck
Who the fuck wanna step - trespass and you're next
Tough man
I'ma call your bluff and find yourself on the shelf
In the Vine
Trapped within my maniac mind

Verse 2 (Ant Diddley Dog)
I'm a motherfuckin psycho with these brainiac rhymes
I'm never stoppin always plottin with my maniac mind
Niggas can't tell that I got brain cells like Norman Bates
Making your family and your motherfuckin' friends mourn at wakes
I gotta have it creating havoc and tragedies
Yo plan ain't working I got fool proof strategies
So motherfucker get ready for your doom
Cause I'm slicing like Freddie and sending niggas to they fuckin 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 niggas suffering, coughin', and bleedin'
And what I use is Glock
Triggers and pumps drop
Niggas 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 nigga from the town that's cold heartless
I'm kinda crazy shit 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 bitches in tears and hella niggas 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 niggas bleed
And hit the joint and then I'm getting further
Because I know that if a nigga 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 hella motherfuckers 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 fucking hypochondriac
And when I'm drinking - all I be thinking
Is no man can handle me that Oakland mentality
Is ? quick
Cause bullshits 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 motherfucking shovel cause you bout to dig your own grave
And fool you only got a half minute
And when you finish diggin' nigga 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 nigga thats just my state of mind
And yo this shit is extraordinary
So nigga 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 motherfuckers thinkin Ron is a brainiac
Hell naw I got the mind of a maniac