Mind Playin Tricks On Me (Red Pop Version Track)

(альбом: The Mighty Death Pop! - 2012)

[Violent J:]
I showed up at your high school prom
With an axe in my motherfucking palm
Oh, later for that?
Oh, we about to get into that mind, huh? Alright

At night I can't sleep, I stress, concerned
Imagination attacks, I'm seeing bodies being burned
Four walls closing in, I'm panicing
Staring at the ceiling, froze like a mannequin
My mother's always stressing I ain't living right
I go to war with my own mind every night
See me praying with my eyes closed
Mad sweaty, and blood starts oozing out my nose
There's somebody watching outside
I just shiver in bed, playing dead, trying to hide
I feel the shadow looming over my covers
But when I look, I don't see the mother fuckers
On my hatchet, reflections of a red moon
Talking backwards in the corner of my bedroom
Some might say, "Take a chill, B."
But I can't see, it's like somebody's trying to kill me
I'm popping in my clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my windows
I hear a scream every time I doze off
Big grandfather clock rocks when it goes off
Maybe I'm just too lonely
My mind's playing tricks on me

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I fly Faygos and fuck fat broads
Everybody know me; Dark Carnival star
But late at night, something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same fucking headlights
Is it that fool I beat down with Mike Clark
Or is it that punk that I choked in the park
Or is it the mark I took for five thousand dollars
Thought I sold him yay, but it was Gold Medal flour
Reached in the back, grabbed the chopper for these busters
Ain't no use to me lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker
Made a left on Jefferson and jumped out quick
If it's going down, bitch, let's get this shit over with
Here they come, so fuck it, I'm ready
I got my hand on my bloody machete
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
Woo, the drama avoided
I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm noided
I keep looking over my shoulders, peeking around corners
My mind's playing tricks on me

[Lil Wyte:]
Yeah, Lil Wyte, Lil Wyte
Day by day, it's more impossible to cope
That's because I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand, because I'm nervous
The Devil won't allow me in service
Praying for forgiveness
And trying to make a billion out the business
I know the Devil's looking at me
But yet and still, it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drunk when I drive
Call me vehicular homicide
I'm 'bout to get it over with
I like to smoke and drink, I get full, bitch
I got two little girls to look after
And if I die, they'll end up dating little bastards
I had a bitch down with me
But to me it seemed like she was out to get me
She ain't helped me out in this shit
So to me now she just another bitch
Now she laying back where they made her
I already know that I hate her
Now I bet she's lonely
I got a new bad bitch, homie

[ABK:]
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and the Juggalos was trick-or-treating
Robbing richie boys for bags
'Til the 5-0 got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He was 'bout to keep me down, no doubt
So I swung and punched him dead in the mouth
His bitch ass was going down, we figured
And if he don't, then I'ma have to pull the trigger
Put his body down six or seven feet
In other words, lay his ass to sleep
Had to triple team on him
Rob the motherfucking couple G's he had on him
The more I shot, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my ninjas disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
Goddamn, homie
My mind's playing tricks on me