[Intro: Cyco]
Why did you murder my daughter? And why did you kill her and leave her in a ditch?
Aw yeah, here we go now, this the last track on the Grim Side. I gotta have all my homies rap on this motherfucker. Yo, I got Joe Cooley, the stupid n***a in the house, EmDee the lyrical pimp, Death B.L.O., K.M.C. (Kaotic Minds Corruptin'), Shakespeare, The One Man Riot. So K.M.C., jump on this mic and kick it off

[Verse 1: Tee Thee $OG$ & Rocc The Jock]
Yeah, once again it's the lyrical body snatcher
Psycho, straight jacket ripper
Bitch killers straight off the street onto a stage [to wreck shop?]
Tee Thee $OG$ the buzz killer at the bus stop
My terror's fucking 'em up every time
Shooting with my one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Millimeter gat that goes cadat buck boom
Makes n***as run like crazy and it smokes up the room fool
The rebel's on a rampage, heads burst n***a
Who's the first n***a choking on his twelve gauge?
Kaotic M to the I to the N to the D to the S
Corrupting, causing much stress
Psycho, n***a I am like no other motherfuckers, kinda bent but that's alright bro
R-O-C-C rhyming wicked G
And you can't fuck with the n***a stalkin' with the Nightbreed

[Interlude 1: Cyco]
Haha, yeah, you can't fuck with these n***as stalkin' with the Nightbreed n***a. What you thought motherfucker. You can't even hang. I got my boys Death B.L.O. coming up next. The motherfucking D.A.L., Dangerous Ass Lunatic, and that motherfucking light-skinned n***a, Evil One. Yo, jump on this motherfucker and start some shit up

[Verse 2: Evil One & D.A.L.]
Shit, it's Evil One
I'm one evil motherfucker, black
So get off a n***as nutsack
You just stepped into the lair of a known slayer
No need for saying a prayer 'cause our Lord ain't coming
And I'm running up behind you with brass knuckles
Swinging a death blow and watch yo ass buckle
Evil One, wicked n***as shoot n***as quick
Time to pass the torch to a Dangerous Ass Lunatic
I stalk the motherfucking D.A.L
Fucking with me, you got the first-class ticket to hell
This is Death B.L.O., fuck you and your crew bro
I'm snapping my jaws like I was Cujo
Locking up, when I'm loading up suckers get broken up
Watch a n***as chest get opened up
'Cause I'm smoking up these n***as like demon weed
Death B.L.O. is stalkin' with the motherfucking Nightbreed
[Interlude 2: Cyco]
Haha, yeah that's right baby. Motherfucking Death B.L.O. is in this motherfucker stalking with the goddamn Nightbreed. You're goddamn right, 1992, my homies dropping that funky shit for you, you know what I'm saying. And the next n***a coming up, The One Man Riot, Shakespeare. So homie, jump on this mic and kick it for me

[Verse 3: Shakespeare, The One Man Riot]
You n***as stalkin' with the Nightbreed
Heads will dangle from a short rope
I'll watch it waver in the breeze 'til your neck's broke
Tell your priest to come down and get a little piece
And take a chance with holy water and phony preaching
'Cause I'm notorious for hog-tying motherfuckers
More bodies in my basement then a cemetery
Watch your back or end up on a milk carton
Look at the sparks from a amp that I'm jump-starting
Motherfucker don't you know I'm Shakespeare, The One Man Riot
Bending n***as like a paperback book
Watching you shit on yourself while I'm regurgitating body parts
Promising to be the bloodiest form of art
Body-basket filled to the rim
Chop up bodies so small that one bag can hold three men
So when the full moon's out and they hear a bitch scream
That's the motherfucking Nightbreed

[Interlude 3: Cyco]
Yeah, haha, yeah, that was my n***a Shakespeare, The One Man Riot in this motherfucker. Dropping that wicked shit for them n***as in the Nightbreed, you know what I'm saying. But I got my other homeboy, he gon' come down here and rip shit. That n***as' from Compton. So what's up Joe? The Super N***a, get on this mic and drop some of that funky shit

[Verse 4: Joe Cooley]
Yo, get out my way, here come the motherfucking super rap n***a
Tripling up my words, using my tongue as a trigger
One bad motherfucker from The Hitmen
Two-hundred n***as, that's what I'll bend in
You wanna step to the champ, well bring it on clown
I'll pick your ass up and bodyslam you to the ground
Hard blows coming at you like Rock 'Em Sock 'Ems
A uppercut to the chin, that's how I like to drop 'em
Joe Cooley, your motherfucking rap hoodlum
Dogging n***as out, ooh, that's how I like to do 'em
Am I done? Not! Here I go again
Use their microphone cord for the lynching
Straight stalking with the motherfucking Nightbreed
And all you motherfuckers bow down to your knees, shit!
[Interlude 4: Cyco]
Yeah, haha, that was good Joe. That was real tight my n***a. But oh yo, uh oh, uh oh, I forgot one n***a. My n***a EmDee. You gotta come on here and drop some of that funky shit. You know that wicked-ass Mad Dog pimp shit. You know what I'm saying. So EmDee, tell 'em what EmDee stands for

[Verse 5: EmDee]
Mad Dog (Mad Dog), Mad Dog (Mad Dog)
Putting n***as in a bodybag y'all (Bag y'all)
Don't try to step 'cause you'll get beat sucker (Beat sucker)
If you're feeling froggish then leap motherfucker
Once again it's the pimp with the .380
Dropping a funky rhyme style, loving to see blood and bone
And my style is not like what the suckers wrote
I just smile while I cut a motherfucker throat (Haha)
And watch him smile with a smiling neck
Hang his ass from a tree, in his chest carved EmDee (EmDee)
Mad Dog, my dick and all that
Redrum, I'm a walking shotgun
You having conversations with a killer (Ha)
I get love from busting concrete with a n***a (Yeah)
You better watch when I blast off
You better take cover son or your ass die

[Interlude 5: Cyco]
Yeah, haha, EmDee. Running shit you motherfucking pimp motherfucker you. Haha, I love that shit, you know what I'm saying. But you know what, I'm the Cyco, it's my turn. Fuck all that bullshit. Time to kick that wicked-ass serial killer-ass shit. So check this out while I drop it. Boom!

[Verse 6: Cyco]
What's the body count?
They still not tally up the bodies that I'm bagging up
'Cause I'm dragging up these n***as to the attic
Wrapped in some plastic, a Ziploc casket
Time to sharpen up my hatchet for the next sucker
Point-blank swinging at your neck motherfucker, yo
I'm the Cyco, the serial rap slayer
*Doorbell rings* Who is it? Your next door neighbor bitch
Dig a ditch about six feet
I'm cooking motherfucking rappers in my pot like pig feet
It's Bloody Sunday cousin (Yeah)
It's time to rip out somebodies intestines and go bungie jumping
I keep motherfuckers missing balls
Smell the stench of dead bodies buried in my kitchen walls
So let me end this wicked verse on a killers level
Fucking with Cyco's like shaking hands with the devil n***a
[Outro: Cyco]
Well alright y'all. That was all my homies in this motherfucker dropping that funky shit. I had Death B.L.O., K.M.C., motherfucking Shakespeare, The One Man Riot, EmDee the little pimper homeboy. And I gotta say what's up to Joe Cooley that stupid n***a, and my DJ, D.J. Streek, and I'm Cyco. And we outtie five-motherfucking-thousand n***a