• Intro
  • Blood Thirsty
  • Still Psycho
  • Outro
  • Down South
  • Conversation With The Reaper
  • Go Crazy
  • Horror Movie Rap
  • Bob Ya Head
  • Streets Of South Park
  • We Can Rebuild Ganxsta Nip
  • Psycho
  • Black Godfather
  • Get Out of the Game
  • Rough Brothers from South Park
  • Ganksta Mac
  • Smokin Amp
  • Slaughter
  • Digusting
  • Paranoid
  • H-Town
  • Damned Shame
  • Action Speaks Louder Than Words
  • Nip-U-Later
  • Brought Me Back From Da Dead!
  • Nip Is Back!!!
  • Real Talk
  • Trance
  • Reporter From Hell
  • Psychic Thoughts
  • Insect Warground
  • Now Watch 'Em Drop
  • Murda After Midnite
  • Set up Bitches
  • Come Into My World
  • Only NIP Can Do It
  • Take Over (Feat. K-Rino)
  • SPC Shoutout
  • Fuck You
  • Strictly for the Club
  • Do You Like Scary Movies?
  • Uncle Sam
  • slaughterhouse
  • Psycho Thug!
  • Keep Striving
  • Psychotic Genius
  • Goin To Da Death
  • Peep Da Game
  • Psychflow
  • Fuck Dem Cops!

I'm finna get these niggas
That's jockin my rap style off of my dick

[VERSE 1]
I'm insane, so I strain my brain in a flame
Bad dreams of a child bein tossed through a window pane
Ruff, tuff, take no stuff in a scuff', call your bluff
St. Patrick's Day, wrists breakin handcuffs
Boom, I need room to doom
Area code 713, the rich live on the moon
Right hand is a hatchet, left arm is a quarter
Both my legs glued together helps me sleep under water
Doubt spark in South Park, it's worse after dark
Went to jail for tryin to breed a pitbull with a dead shark
A fingernail file takes care of your child
Norman Bates, Everclear, demonic brain in exile
Muscles, bitch, it's time I flex em
Headlines read: 'Blind man dead at Exxon'
South Park is the fort, I'm the dangerous sort
Olympic gold medallist, killin cops is a sport
Because I'm evil and I won't try to hide this
Half way home, psycho, half psychotic-psychiatrist
It ain't no joke, your ass'll get smoked
Dead bodies plus my jacket equals priceless mink coats
But hoes think I'm weak, no time for marriage
Razor-sharp butcher knives, switch blades, lyrical mis-carriage
All competators, Ganksta NIP on the mic
Ain't gon' lie, your rhymes are dope
But I wouldn't bet my check on em
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