Rage, Taking control of my mind Driving me to Kill without mercy I see red Blood on My hands My knife Crazed, boiling blood pumps through my heart
I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled A maniac killa, don't get killed I'm a maniac killa, blood gets spilled A maniac killa, don't get killed I be
thugs and rubber clips with hollow joints Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe Bein' swung by a serial killer maniac
But I'm so disturbed [Aceyalone:] If it wasn't for this hip-hop holdin me down I'd probably be found runnin 'round the town like a maniac Aimin at you
(feat. Camutao & El-P) Aesop Rock Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no
high, I'm sleepin in the wheel spot Took down three, the others ran for the parking lot Steped of the ride, dubbeling clips like youg guns And I'm laughing like a maniac
is stang ya Cause niggas try to blast that ass And with a big AK I can't run too fast, yeah You see a nigga like a maniac, bitch with a gat And comes
that wanna speak when y'all faced with the heat Dat ain't gangsta [Bathgate] Naw that ain't gangsta at all Y'all niggas is soft I kill style I'm rippen
start, you will crumble, And you tumble, and you stumble And I do it like that From the end to the other end never gonna end, Set a trend with the maniac
a killa bitch, you don't want a nigga autograph Ice-cold like a 40 oz only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me Where my killas at? Shootin
I know that's terrible isn't it God, I mean I never heard anything like that in my life before Alright ma'am thank you Psycho thug, maniac killa Takin
ever approached I ain't pointin' no fingers Cause you know who you are Jackin' Slob muthafuckas talkin' lie like you hard Fuck all y'all niggas I'm a B-Dog killa
[SIX PAC] Well now I'm creepin' on your ass like a motherfuckin' frogman Six Pac's the maniac from Franklin Uzi, A-K, Tec-9 millimeter Blastin' out the
this Crip shit for this bitch line Slob-ass nigga [LIL' STRETCH] Fuck all these Crab niggas Guess what, guess who, Crab killa's back The AK-47 mix with the maniac
Nutt Five Line ?? niggas ain't for that peace shit You wanna peace something? Piece your ass back together bitch The AK-47 mixed with the maniac Straight Crab crusher, kill
world makes for him, 'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac. He's the neighborhood
shot with a twelve gauge I died and made front page The devil sent me back and now I'm using the same gauge Killin' like a maniac, livin' like a lunatic
playas in Las Vegas And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch [Chorus] So know whatchu gon' do When we hit them sticks And hit your block Like some maniac
