Split Personality

[Intro]
They say I got a split personality
In daytime, I'm cool, nighttime

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
No electricity, no car payment
Make me just wanna rape sh*t, scrape sh*t off the concrete
And eat it, believe me, I can get devious like Little Bro
Criminal, call me the cream of crop in Sacramento, though
Why they wanna get severed up to many minimeatlets
Why every time I get drunk and high, can't trust a n*gga like a secret?
So I commence to make the meat rip, that's all I ever think about
Bell peppers and hot sauce, high blood pressure sh*t
Tell Lecter I eat it raw, damn near rare
This album's supposed to make you wanna eat spare ribs
I don't ever wanna spare his life, f*ckin' rape his wife
Razor-blade to knife you, sever your wife up, watch the knife cut
Picture it like a Nikon, I spit poison like a python
sh*t, gotta get the lights on when the light's on, human meat's
All over the room, blood all over the room, sickle psycho
Sickle-cell anemia, just light up the ooze

[Hook: G-Macc]
I don't wanna say sh*t, I just wanna rape sh*t
I just wanna fillet b*tches, night time, day, night
Nighttime AK sh*t, my other half is sayin' "Don't do it!"
But at close range, split your brain sh*t, I could speak but
I don't wanna say sh*t, I just wanna rape sh*t
I just wanna fillet b*tches, nighttime, day, night
Nighttime AK sh*t, my other half is sayin' "Don't do it!"
But at close range, split your brain sh*t (I can say it!)

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Friday the 13th, my day to work meat
Butcher shoppin' for Halloween, took it, chopped it, popped hollow three
I don't wanna get to pushin' the issue, but this is who listen to sick sh*t
I don't need to get 'em, look at him cookin' 'em, cookin' with some of the sickness
I'll be havin' them fits with the b*tches and n*ggas, I'll stick 'em with ice picks
Split personality sh*t, liquor with kill 'em up sh*t, dose of that fill 'em up
Lead 'em up, eat 'em up, n*ggas get heated up like gasoline
After I put that gasoline on 'em, transform 'em to liquid, I'm a misfit
Cannibalistic, this is standin' and rammin' a b*tch with a di*k-blade sh*t
And I'm an animal, Crip sh*t, Hannibal cannibal, manimal, Siccmade sh*t
(One) Switchblade sh*t (Two) Then I'mma send 'em a thick plate dish
Women and venom, I'm a nuisance, believe it, I'll leave 'em and it pays quick
See me and demon, my sh*t Madesicc, now leavin' 'em with they b*tch
'Bout to body-snatch her, attach her to the hooks in my closet, this may fit
I wear they skin, somebody on the news askin' where they been (It's Madesicc!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
I don't wanna argue, I mean, yes, I wanna argue, I'm like
No, I don't wanna argue, these n*ggas don't wanna know how sick I am
Maybe I should charbroil humans and leave off human beings
sh*t, I'm a human gargoyle, f*ckin' with me, get your heart boiled
I don't give a f*ck about you, I don't want you to think that
Hit you with the MAC-10 and have your skin turnin' pink and black
In the backyard with a stinky sack, Dorothea Puente
Around the corner from Sandra Dee's, you don't wanna know the answer, please
That n*gga dead, he caught two in the head, trigger squeeze
Just so you know it, I can do it to future enemies
I keep it blue, I just get right into it, skinnin' these
I need some bearings, I ain't gon' stop 'til I get ten of these
Better pay attention, please, don't be a opportunist
Cause when it comes down to it, when it comes to me, you ain't gon' do sh*t
I know your history, heard you don't ever spray sh*t
So please don't try to say sh*t, don't even say sh*t, b*tch!

[Hook]

[Skit]
I gotta change my life! (You don't have to change your life!)
I do! (What's wrong with your life?)
A lot is wrong with my life and I'm tryin' to change it!
(You don't have to change your life! Just your wife.)