[Julius]
I woke up, stumbled out of bed
Look like blood is on my hands and my knuckles is red
Wait a minute, I don't fuckin' understand
Why I got a shovel in my hand and mud is on my pants
Have I been sleepwalkin? What's happenin' to me?
Aw shit, it don't really make sense, I'm a cat who don't sleep often
Or if it's a dream, I've been havin' this dream often
Yo, I'm a villain but nobody know
I'm a young gorilla, Mighty Joe
Listen to me, I'm a killer and I've been pickin' my victims randomly like eeny-meeny-miny-moe
I act like I got a license to spaz, I got a knife and a mask
The same spirit that's in Tyson is in me is enticin' the bite and the fight when I'm mad
My mind is narrow like a bike cyclin' path, I'm a psychopath
I be runnin' around at night, actin' like a werewolf cuz I took a likin' to that
Should you intervene? Nah, let me be
Do I have one sane thought? Let me see
My mind is havin' a gatherin', invite insanity, he didn't RSVP

[Kenny]
They try to reason with me like "Have a heart"
Motherfucker, I'm crazy, I'm close to a cannibal, for dinner I may have a heart
I'm an assassin who just happened to develop a passion for this rappin' art
Roll my grass in a fat cigar
Fuck cuttin' you a break, rather cut through your brakes
Then sit back pointin' and laughin' while you crash your car
You n***as lucky I smoke
You motherfuckers lucky I smoke
If I didn't, I couldn't keep my temper under control, I'd probably fuckin' explode
I'd find your wifey and your mother and start fuckin' em both
I'd put a slug in your throat
I'd tie your carcass up to a boat
Floor the boat, make it tug on the rope
You think I'm playin'? The one you shouldn't fuckin' provoke
You think I'm playin'? I'll clean you n***as up with no soap
Hear what I'm sayin'
They be like "Kenny seems real, Kenny seems chill, Kenny he lyrically kill"
They don't know I literally will
I'm mentally ill, I really think Kenny need pills
Cuz my attic's a mess; my mind, I'm out of it
Yes, I'm maniac and yes, that I confess
Though my lyrics show and prove it
I been goin' through it too much, and my mental got too much goin' through it
[Demetrius]
Should I go out with a bang? I mean go out like bangs
I mean Kurt Co, I mean blow out my brains
Now that'll clear my attic out cuz I'm no doubt in pain and I know how to aim
But I fear that that route'll leave my mama in tears without a doubt
But I'd rather sit alone in a haunted house than to sit here alone with my thoughts, what's that about?
Yeah, that mean my mental is haunted
Turn on the T.V., I'm a killer that's wanted
I look in the mirror and my image is somethin' else
Help, I feel like I'm somethin' from Hell
I got bottled up anger, I mean I bottled my anger
And now I'm tryin' to slang it to ya
Yeah, bottoms up, drank up
Give you a shot of all my problems in your drink cup
Hee Haw Damien, he's high and a crazy one, with them crazy thoughts
You can reincarnate me as a baby doll, name me Charles
Yeah, I'm feelin' past mid-evil
A n***a feelin' maximum evil
I had me a dream I was Dracula sinkin' his teeth into people
Draggin' you back to my castle to drink you

[Julius]
So much in my attic, I just need to clear some space, see
No, I'm not an addict, you can't rehabilitate me
My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess
My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess
I got so much on my mind, I don't really know what's up there sometimes
My mind is cluttered, yeah, so cluttered, maybe if I give a fuck I'll be fine
I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah, I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah