Released on October 23, 2001

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[Intro]

Guess who's back?

Don't be scared


[Hook: Cyco]

O.K.S., Original Killa Shit

That'll leave your wig split with your wrists slit

O.K.S., niggas with the biscuits

Mobbin' through your district splifted on some sick shit


[Verse 1: Vanilla Ice]

Raisin up from my tomb

Time warp on a dime up off the Shrooms

Zoom in let me take your mind on a journey

See what I see; vision of bodies burning

Like turning a pistol and point' it to your dome

Cock it back squeeze the trigger, blaow! And it's on

Brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium

Drippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch

About to the torch down the house

Caught your mama and her spouse fuckin' on the couch

Like south, 'bout to make moves off your fam bam

Madman, lyrically from rap to Seran, next plan

Let me expand on my artwork

Genius in my reality, pure insanity

Can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust?

Bust lyrics, strangle us, no one is insane as us


[Hook: Cyco]

O.K.S., Original Killa Shit

That'll leave your wig split with your wrists slit

O.K.S., niggas with the biscuits

Mobbin' through your district splifted on some sick shit

O.K.S., Original Killa Shit

That'll leave your wig split with your wrists slit

O.K.S., niggas with the biscuits

Mobbin' through your district splifted on some sick shit


[Verse 2: Cyco]

Takin' puffs on the smoke, I call the antichrist

Got me seein' red and purple lights (Whoa!)

Mixed with black dots, peep the backdrop of the crime scene

Niggas seein' 19", I'm seein' widescreen

So much red Visine can't get it out

From the rage of the slugs as the iron spit it out

It is I, psycho palmin' the Desert Eagle

Creepin' through your blocks in the Crip-colored Regal

Pure evil, bumpin' Brother Lynch Season of the Sick

How you gonna reason with the psycho? I'm the desolate

Watch the devil spit, call the exorcist

Satanic messages, got me wearin' niggases for necklaces

Yes it is the messenger of death, watch your step, I'm quite wicked

Make a motherfucker leak his life liquid

So why risk it, it's a suicide when it comes to you and I

Do or fly, nigga, you will die!


[Hook: Cyco]

O.K.S., Original Killa Shit

That'll leave your wig split with your wrists slit

O.K.S., niggas with the biscuits

Mobbin' through your district splifted on some sick shit

O.K.S., Original Killa Shit

That'll leave your wig split with your wrists slit

O.K.S., niggas with the biscuits

Mobbin' through your district splifted on some sick shit