Only NIP Can Do It

I'm finna get these niggas That's jockin my rap style off of my dick [ VERSE 1 ] I'm insane, so I strain my brain in a flame Bad dreams of a child bein tossed through a window pane Ruff, tuff, take no stuff in a scuff', call your bluff St. Patrick's Day, wrists breakin handcuffs Boom, I need room to doom Area code 713, the rich live on the moon Right hand is a hatchet, left arm is a quarter Both my legs glued together helps me sleep under water Doubt spark in South Park, it's worse after dark Went to jail for tryin to breed a pitbull with a dead shark A fingernail file takes care of your child Norman Bates, Everclear, demonic brain in exile Muscles, bitch, it's time I flex em Headlines read: 'Blind man dead at Exxon' South Park is the fort, I'm the dangerous sort Olympic gold medallist, killin cops is a sport Because I'm evil and I won't try to hide this Half way home, psycho, half psychotic-psychiatrist It ain't no joke, your ass'll get smoked Dead bodies plus my jacket equals priceless mink coats But hoes think I'm weak, no time for marriage Razor-sharp butcher knives, switch blades, lyrical mis-carriage All competators, Ganksta NIP on the mic Ain't gon' lie, your rhymes are dope But I wouldn't bet my check on em Rugged and narrow, I piss in your bone marrow South Park inventor of the devil-killin bow and arrow Strong, never alone, cracking your dome Half giraffe, half cheeta, mixed with Indian chromosomes Psycho flow, lettin you know I can go Another word for your mommy in two letters (Hoooold up, wait a minute! Ganksta NIP, it's not fitted) They say by time I hit the weed, the psycho wants to see blood Images of Jason drownin children in a flood If you want to fuck with NIP; be prepared for the cappin I hope you can see death a 100 days before it happens Me usin insight to kick knowledge on this song Me body can be destroyed, but me mindstate lives on Crazy mental thoughts keep the devil on my dick Throw a copper in the air, coalition picnic Shoot em down, shoot em down, with the Glock, with the Glock Yes, me want to kill you, crooked cop, crooked cop Duck down, duck down when you see the psycho come Punk withdrew with spray me 'fore he made me touch this gun The South Park Psycho may not take shit If you're from the other side, you're gonna get your wig split Cause me not give a fuck if a nigga pull a knife Cause even if me die, mi come back to take a life And if you go to sleep, your body will scream ]From the pain, hail, rain, as we hunt you in your dream It's almost dead time, dirty devil, you blew it In the end you cannot win, only Psycho NIP can do it Buck Bitch [ VERSE 2 ] I come back to my own self, I hunt with a knife 20 blades, 20 grenades, need more blood for the sacrifice I'm angry as fuck, nigga, plus I'm deranged I won't stop druggin through your veins till I enter a sequence change Pass the square, that herb is hervous What ever it wants me to do, I'm at his service So I step in the dark, chronic thoughts of a shark South Park suicide, severed heads in a Skylark Teenager was lonely, he lust for a life Bad boy butchers his mother with a boy scout butcher knife Damn, I need me a zinger A hideous Halloween, 16 needles in a butterfinger Back to the slaughterhouse with flesh on the ground My brain is a faucet, each drop of blood weighs a 1000 pounds Smart move if you're runnin for shelter Cause I'm Helter chasin Freddy in one muthafuckin Skelter Bitch, you piss me off, I'll turn into a villain Snap my fingers and hear the echo of 4000 killings But ehm - star-spangled banner, star-spangled banner David Banner, Ganksta NIP and Tony Montana Guinea tragedy, South Park strategy Satan is mad at me, tell him come battle me Hm - cause I don't love him, my dome is too witty This rhyme by itself kills 3000 devils in 30 cities