Messy Attic

[Julius] I woke up, stumbled out of bed Look like blood is on my hands and my knuckles is red Wait a minute, I don't fuckin' understand Why I got a shovel in my hand and mud is on my pants Have I been sleepwalkin? What's happenin' to me? Aw shit, it don't really make sense, I'm a cat who don't sleep often Or if it's a dream, I've been havin' this dream often Yo, I'm a villain but nobody know I'm a young gorilla, Mighty Joe Listen to me, I'm a killer and I've been pickin' my victims randomly like eeny-meeny-miny-moe I act like I got a license to spaz, I got a knife and a mask The same spirit that's in Tyson is in me is enticin' the bite and the fight when I'm mad My mind is narrow like a bike cyclin' path, I'm a psychopath I be runnin' around at night, actin' like a werewolf cuz I took a likin' to that Should you intervene? Nah, let me be Do I have one sane thought? Let me see My mind is havin' a gatherin', invite insanity, he didn't RSVP [Kenny] They try to reason with me like "Have a heart" Motherfucker, I'm crazy, I'm close to a cannibal, for dinner I may have a heart I'm an assassin who just happened to develop a passion for this rappin' art Roll my grass in a fat cigar Fuck cuttin' you a break, rather cut through your brakes Then sit back pointin' and laughin' while you crash your car You niggas lucky I smoke You motherfuckers lucky I smoke If I didn't, I couldn't keep my temper under control, I'd probably fuckin' explode I'd find your wifey and your mother and start fuckin' em both I'd put a slug in your throat I'd tie your carcass up to a boat Floor the boat, make it tug on the rope You think I'm playin'? The one you shouldn't fuckin' provoke You think I'm playin'? I'll clean you niggas up with no soap Hear what I'm sayin' They be like "Kenny seems real, Kenny seems chill, Kenny he lyrically kill" They don't know I literally will I'm mentally ill, I really think Kenny need pills Cuz my attic's a mess; my mind, I'm out of it Yes, I'm manic and yes, that I confess Though my lyrics show and prove it I been goin' through it too much, and my mental got too much goin' through it [Demetrius] Should I go out with a bang? I mean go out like bangs I mean Kurt Co, I mean blow out my brains Now that'll clear my attic out cuz I'm no doubt in pain and I know how to aim But I fear that that route'll leave my mama in tears without a doubt But I'd rather sit alone in a haunted house than to sit here alone with my thoughts, what's that about? Yeah, that mean my mental is haunted Turn on the T.V., I'm a killer that's wanted I look in the mirror and my image is somethin' else Help, I feel like I'm somethin' from Hell I got bottled up anger, I mean I bottled my anger And now I'm tryin' to slang it to ya Yeah, bottoms up, drank up Give you a shot of all my problems in your drink cup Hee Haw Damien, he's high and a crazy one, with them crazy thoughts You can reincarnate me as a baby doll, name me Charles Yeah, I'm feelin' past mid-evil A nigga feelin' maximum evil I had me a dream I was Dracula sinkin' his teeth into people Draggin' you back to my castle to drink you [Julius] So much in my attic, I just need to clear some space, see No, I'm not an addict, you can't rehabilitate me My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess I got so much on my mind, I don't really know what's up there sometimes My mind is cluttered, yeah, so cluttered, maybe if I give a fuck I'll be fine I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah, I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah