Verse one (C.Ray)

Hit em up with the brainsick

Come with the murder kill em all get em for the capital kill off of when the flame with

A couple of mental patients

Incredible cranium lookin for somebody better get on up on a replacement

Flagrant flame to the mic they will hate all labor when the nigga doin right with ya hands

Talking their head all hyped for yo brand

Fuck around it and i bang it take a life by your strand

But they're not concerned with whats underneath it the street's hella deep when they came from the sewers

Til they pop up with the staff that'll crumble that ass into rubble we're takin no bloopers

Supervillain i can really kill em with the venom but they scared of what the rhythm might do

And i dont wanna do because im trinin and im finna fill the weed up in the bong and hit it with the knife too

And I'm finna deliver the venom kill em Im finna pretend to get em up in and let up the ink that would fill up bend em in half

Suffer the wrath then whip the grin and tell ill be givin her mass

Im inside a bottle crystal rock i provide ima glass

Of the nectar

Stand a man of steel Like a superhuman general the last of my sector

The part of a solo stop on the tongue watch you niggas run through this shit for fun put that ass on the stretcher. Brain!

Verse 2 (Z)

Brainsick in dissections promp in the carcass talkin to sorks and they live for the boo

Walk with the martians screws on loose get stumped in the Porsche and skin tsu tsu

Sit em in the booth and i chop em up into food

When out for the wither tools

Abominable but a shoe

Y'all don't rather talk about gryther but dont food

If it happens to go through

Well back up we're gonna chew

Stomp on the block so brainsick godly this underground truth

Click the tip to run through

Hammer to the tooth

I'm damn fresh to talk to

An aqua let loose couldn't have em to build mood

Truthfully I'm not easily and often amused

Cause the majority is usually just copies and dues

A chopper that's foosin

No comprehend losin

Put caps on my dues

And when they cop for the moves

Taco belly 10 percent a death or take a heater to the point I'm talkin flame so I incinerate moves

Obliterate crews and they get to raise to

If Im drippin the grey goose or send em to jesus

Breath from the proof I six with the shooters trell introduce and get reefer the boo

Stealin from the top of the head to the shoes and the proof of the built that made sickness produce

Verse 3 (Dikulz)

These givers have had it the hardest label of the year

I take it no matter what take you with it ain't clear

Man it's fuck your life just like Twisted said so wicked deals on the table we can murder em right cheer

Screamin they ass up in the sound of the match or watch your flames a go

Forsee my main they post

Don't watch your brain convulse

Certain they surgical with it ima slayer post

Flat line nap time dirt nat take em in to the night night

Man I run up on them bitches like I might bite

The only vision that I leave you with is hindsight

20/20 think it's funny til we comin to killin these artist

Claimin that they hard til you run them a mean did the harmless

Cuttin em with the sharpness and I'm leavin the blood in the garments

Rip em up apart get the plaster to cover my carpets

And they say that I'm heartless

Live with the harshness

Swim with the shar shniz

When you gonna see that unnecessary evil wouldn't understand the light if it wasn't for the darkness

You're welcome, you can thank me later when they take it to the inner worker come into my underground

Welcome to my hundred ground

Hook and my pen is my source so of course ima cut em down

Verse 4 (Bleezo)

Creepin up in the building

Kickin it with the villians

Sippin the penicillin

Look what the kiddie shit that the richest.....

Verse 5 (Bishop)

Mother fuck rehab, thats what i told my P.O

Smelling like that E.O

Skiing down the ski slope

Need some pedigo

Holler at my amigo

He got the best around and he got it for the cheap low

Now i owe one owe one when it all gone

When the funk comes then it won’t numb

Better hold on, finna go (gunshots) nigga don’t run don’t run

Nigga on the set I go dumb go dumb

Lock on the radar, scope on the AR

Nigga play hard get your face scarred

Bullets go crash with a nigga no state farm

Put it down full color block for the a course

Charles Xavier, please oh, Dikulz, Z the piranha my not this shit official

Bishop in the buildin nigga better have a pistol

Hide in the ceiling killa live in Sacramento

Let it all blow till it go click bang

Sick up in the skull yeah I’m so insane

You better hide the flow

So we ride up by the snow

Got the powder for your nose doper than cocaine

Spit it for the weirdos

They offin my pain

Rockin with a Tec-9 lost in the rain

Ain’t trippin bout the best rhyme

Niggas will respect mine

Slizzle like the lizard when I’m sippin on that drank

Twisted told me “Bishop, my nigga, in the bank”

Brainsick killin all them other niggas lame

On my block that’s my partner goin harder than the paint

Dreaded like a rasta goin harder than a tank

Verse 6 (Twisted Insane)

Call me the reason that you be there for sufferin many beatings

I coulda put you to sleep and there really wasn't a season

I coulda been with the beat but I'm sweepin em off their feet

But the chopper I'm finna eat it and niggas don't learn to freeze it

Take em up out of the freezer bro body stir in the pry

Put it up on the set it contributes then half em lives

Throw me until I'm dead put a bullet up in my head you can put me up on a crucifix when i come back I'm ridin

And everyone was signin cause I was just out there killin shit

The sin up on this chimney you could tell that I was feelin shit

I hit em with the venom nigga they would never fill in shit

You feel like he was in a mortal kombat when I finish it

You will need a membership

Im droppin em in the box Im over the top and you was not to get up in my fuckin business

I leave a nigga sleepin with the fishes

I keep it independent codependent I was livin off of bitches

Sickopatomous sack or my hand on those try the father

Pick up a ball but no be Mcgyver and try to be like em

Get on your knees and you pray to your Jesus tell him to strike em

Im undefeated whenever you're needed out with this side and

I was a basket case, they call me a basterd i keep on livin my life an addict yeah call me your mantra

Hope or then keep up they see i be rappin so fast

And I offen murderin niggas so i can see you in the patra

So i could hit em or gas em peel out and hit em with sick

And a bitch if I'm Liu Tsung the picture rhythmatic

I hope you really dont think of dreamin they get em with this

Im a type of demon that fiendin for those illegal with this

Pop and next thing you feelin me now like i wasn't shit

I coulda filled you with bullets but ima fill you with flow

It's a nation of motherfuckers behind me and I'll return at home to ya friend listen to me you already know, brain