[Chorus]nI'm a little bit off the chain, nYou can call me insane, but the fact remainsnThat I'm a psychonBetter get it through your brain, nWhen you say my name, never say it in vainnCause I'm a psychonnI'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a bitch open,nKilling folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,nI'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice whonWas focused on his pokin', they nose in our business, hopin' that I don't comenSmoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,nClose to croakin' any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,nProbably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak whennYou spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quotable, to noticenWhat you hoes'll donnWe all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residencenAnd light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast younJust as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happennEither today or the next minute, I can draw the heater and spray and I'm deadnSerious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun andnYour son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,nStomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitchnYou can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the weeknn[Chorus]nnThey found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,nIn Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racistnI just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years oldnAnd joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking painnAm I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fuckingnBlow, I get colder than December, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remembernSee Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought itnThe fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck outnnI probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, nSome fell out and hit the floor,nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank, nBeen a little niandrotholic, no thanks tonMy man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily,nMy biggest delierence, tryin' to figure whethernTo use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, nAnd pick the new power drill up,nGives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, nI feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a newnTower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, nPick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who didnThat shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle nWit' piss and go shatter his fuckin' lips wit itnn[Chorus]