Crazy Men Ahead (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I get the straight jacket on my back so come and strap it miss
Made to see your brains so on the ground I gotta crack it
Poke her till the point your head is open
Yo I hope you got the pores to cut away my f*ckin throat
Cause I'll be coverin the screams of your women if I rape her
Stick her with my butcher knife and now I'll make your paper
I'm not christian latin but I'm livin' like a duke
I'm makin mad loot I'm seeing crazy sh*t to make you puke
f*ck the age I don't respect them
Rather take a double barrel shotgun and f*ck you in your rectum
[Verse 2]
The insane spectrum in effect and it's wavy
Mr. Charles Manson got a body count like motherf*ckin' crazy
I'm bravely, suckers are a no no
Yo, Jeffrey isn't crazy he's a broken hearted homo
So so the culture like a vulture I'll be ripping off the flesh
Who's the bast*rd put mobs up in a casket
Everybody's dead up in my head I'm just a sicko
All those who call me sucker done already sucked a di*k so
Back off and step back cause you child is much whack
Figuring your crew is giving head the way your lips smack
Tosser I'm the boss who's given losses to your kitty
I'm break your f*ckin back like I'll be pullin out on titties
Mr. Bundy, how many women's undies did you bloody?
If I count them on a 5 I think you got me on a nutty type of gutsy
[Verse 3]
Got's nuts I hit sl*ts and young lambs the young man
Sam I am I do slam I can't stand my di*k jammed, tastes great
So how's about some head Mrs. Reagan? I'm sure your f*ckin redneck reggae is looking great and
Participate in what I like to call a dog to dairy
The crazy man ahead is out to kill the happy cherry
And rappers say that sh*t is big of me
I get the crowd lives effects without the f*ckin diggity
[Verse 4]
I torture n*ggas armies like a dopey
Stink just like a nazi here's the holocaust for those that wanna stop me
With 9 M&Ms in your mouth when I be flexin'
Bust my knuckles, full of glass cause I swung at my reflection
Mr. Grid the massacres spectacular 'bout um, um
This wasted n*gga happens to be a fan of Jonestown
Jonestown, you know Jim Jones, Mr. Suicide
Had everyone in the town drinking juice with cyanide
And seconds understand this guys a loose screw
A broke lid so when I'm in your neighborhood be careful of your 40 kid