verse 1 i need to see the psych cuz a nigga goin psycho i tried commitin suicide on my motorcycle my mother keeps telling me a nigga needs to quit she say its all an act but i m really a lunatic my bitch say its cuz a nigga smoke way too much weed but when i m high as fuck i gotta see a nigga bleed my consience keeps tellin me to do some crazy shit walk up to a pack and shank the devils then i split i think it s something goin wrong with my brain i m having split personalities like razing cane the taker and mr predictor side by side something similar to dr jekyll and mr hyde theres somethin that make a nigga wanna keep on blastin voices in my head keep tellin me i m charles manson it feels like the demons have took over my soul my body s hella warm but my face is hella cold i m stressin i m sweatin just like a fuckin hog at the house with dank and candles starin at the walls they closin in on a nigga as i keep on blinkin a nigga s brain dead and my brain ain t thinkin cuz i m brain dead chrous x4 my brain was dead from smokin so much fuckin true my brain was dead from smokin so much fuckin true verse 2 man it s like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder why i m on the turf everyday with a nine on the under or maybe its the dank thats got a nigga trippin loc at night time i dream about niggas gettin smoked merciless thoughts in my head already brain dead so why should i give a fuck bout what the next nigga said cuz a nigga should already know livin up in that town of san fran psycho where niggas go on mission to kill grab my steel then caps i peel niggas couldn t fuck wit cell cuz a nigga just to real comin straight from the lunatic village creepin through the fog with my mug on mean sippin on some mad dog gone like a motherfucka wit this 9 millimeter ready to start somethin havin 89 flash backs when the bay was on heavily and a nigga did his first jack 5 years later the same old shit been selling dope for years and still ain t rich nowww what the fuck should a nigga do just get my mail in the view and stay in the game and be true because i m in it to win it keep these gold thangs spinnin on these marks got a ruger pull the trigga that has no heart and as i put that nine to a nigga head as i buck buck that nigga is straight brain dead  verse 3 not givin a fuck about my life because i m hellbound sick in this game from all the motherfuckin pain that i grew up around the unpredictable the psychotic gangsta quickest buck to bank y out this game i ll take ya with no remore because i got some type of showin pity just call me that 1994 version of frank nitty now did i do em thats what i got these niggas wonderin but unpredictable won t let em know just how i m comin so if you see me you best if you just break west because this shredder out this tech is bout to blow a hole in ya vest into your chest with explosion straight gangsta notion gave me the go ahead i smoked him and watched his blood soak into the concrete as he screamed like a bitch begging me for mercy but i m not the one to punk the game so i took aim at his brain and now hes brain dead mayne 