the Southwets Strangala, that one guy from I.C.P.
well thats cool then you don't know what to expect,
allow me to extend my hand in friendship and break your fuckin neck,
as if you don't know, well now you got a clue,
2 Dope maniac killa from the Dark Lotus Crew,
shit damn let me quit choking ya sike, aaaaa hhaaaaaaa ahhhhahahahaa,
I need a cigarette before I go bolistic, sadistic,
Twiztid branded wiht the mark fo the axe,
I'm in a rehab and all I wanna do is split backs,
I'm a maniac but ya gotta understand that a,
I can't control my hands and a,
I'll choke you if I can and a,
never once, nowhere in my mind was I saying help me,
eversince I remember(help me) killins just a game,
(Chorus X2)
I'm a maniac killa, blood get spilled,
see me on the streets bitch, don't get killed,
my mind is on my axe and my axe is on my side,
so tell me who wanna die, who wanna die,
Watch me, I can't be told, richie your death is slow,
no run, nowhere to hide, one more, one homicide,
who cares when I was hungry, passed out dead with no money,
mamma she cleaned your toilets, mamma she bought my bullets,
bullets can be so pretty, watch out ugly and bloody,
fear not, I am no sicko, your life, not worth a nickle,
don't go, I will not eat you, your kind, I will defeat you,
mama, never expected, mama her pain corrupted,
(Chorus X2)
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled,
a maniac killa don't get killed[X2]
I be the maniac K-I double L-A,
I slit the fuckin throats and have sex with all the bodies,
I'm a retard, people call me special,
though I keep my victims eyelids in minilla office envelopes,
I split you like a cantalope to see whats on your mind,
smoking trees keeps me fine well at least most of the time,
til I'm on your front lawn, waiting in the cold,
the lights on but don't look like nobody home,
At last I come creeping through the darkness,
missin this dark and take out any charges,
dumpin out my big dugs,
a couple suckas playin dubs with they gases,
nobody else ghetto path, huh? mutha fucka give up your bread,
this is Blaze Ya Dead Homie sick in the head, I been did,
I thought you knew I'm a maniac killa, psycho, thug, feelin up bags on the daily,
Whut?
(Chorus X2)