笨小笨Mind of a Sick Nigga (Explicit)歌词由Spice 1演唱，出自专辑《1990-Sick (Explicit)》，下面是《Mind of a Sick Nigga (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Mind of a Sick Nigga (Explicit)歌词完整版
作词 : Bosko Kante/Robert L. Green, Jr.
作曲 : Bosko Kante/Robert L. Green, Jr.
Artist: Spice 1
Album: 1990-Sick
Song: Mind of a Sick Nigga
(Theyre all gonna laugh at you)
(Theyre all gonna laugh at you)
(Hahahahahaha)
(Theyre all gonna laugh at you)
Enter the mind of a sick nigga
With bloody uzi clips
Decapitated heads in baskets
Closed caskets. Murda on wax
Nigga, thats what its all about
Thats what you bought the mutha****in tape for
Murda on wax
Redrum. On wax
Nigga, I said, redrum, on wax
Gotta get my prozac fore I go back
And murda these mutha****as
Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets
Its that killa S-P-I-C-E
A lot a these jealous mutha****as they wanna murda me
But they can't **** with that giggedy-giggedy-*******
The nigga thats leavin they mutha****in body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas
The niggas who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
Pullin up four deep in an old school caddy
Fully auto-maddy
Empty the clip, niggas like paddy
In the alley, niggas domes they cap
Pistol whippin mutha****as, got some blood on my strap
(Chorus)
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Redrum, professinal gravedigga
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
187, professinal gravedigga
Im bailin up out the cut and niggas they dont know what the **** happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in half an
Street sweepin these niggas up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out that hash
Face down, back open, hopin they ain't no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness they own smokin
See it ain't no joke and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like Yosemite Sam and Bugs Bunny
They all see my comin and then they fled
Im shootin these niggas off in the backa they head
Blowin off they legs
Talkin **** while they dyin
****in off they high an
Hollow points keepin these niggas cold bodies fryin
I ain't no stranger to this killin shit
You shoulda thought before you ****ed with this nigga you was dealin with
You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in
And when the **** get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off with a mutha****in mac 10, *****
Chorus
Youll be outta this mutha****a like Ron Goldman, chopped the **** up
Ain't no nigga livin alive that survived
And had me caught up in some bullshit
Now who you tryin to **** up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell ripple your ass up like a can a Ruffles
Im tryin to bubble like Johnson and Johnson
With one in the chamber up an I load this strap with a 45 Thompson
And we gon see if all that **** is true
Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof
You see my bustin with one hand up on my nutsac
Departin domes yellin out whos the mutha****in mac
Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got your funeral date set up for next September
You gon be deader than livin presidents
Cuz in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta its residence
Bodies stiff like Christmas ornaments
Because the niggas that a **** with me bein mo funk than Parliment
Chorus
You see I mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets I grew up in
And when the **** get funky I just get on up
And blow your head off with a mutha****in mac 10, *****
Chorus
(Nigga, what you thinkin bout?)
