Insanitarium

[Verse]

He been flossing though, clothes is always crispy as a Claussen yo

Streets is hot as hell, he always show up where his boss will go

Dirty where his boss has been, he took the life of several men

The first time being mothers boyfriend at age of 10

He smokes mad cigarettes, Cologne smell of Versace

Plus his palms are blotchy, Love like Joany Chachi, Busting Glocks for papi

But he's sloppy, he buried them in Jersey far from home

But superstorm Sandy Eroded the soil revealing bone

His cover in the hood been blown, he dabbled in narcotics

Kept his coke, broken up in a $100 bill in his wallet

Taking key bumps, puffing in basements his joints of weed plump

Once a week he paid a prostitute to twerk and speed hump

Bypassing all the speed bumps, he focused on his goals

He had a future full of drugs, full of Crime, full of stripper poles

His balling was out control, per week it was 50 stacks

The profit cash from a key to him it was just a snack

Remarkable matter fact he came from a den of squalor

Where his mother guzzled sperm out of stranger's dicks for a dollar

His father was just a John, he's nothing but devil spawn

The line in the dirt was drawn since nobody would respond

His little heart carried on, he grew into something dark and cold

Cuz he didn't realize what he did, came back triple fold

Splash and then the ripples go, effects that come from causes

There is no hesitation when shooting, he never pauses

Never blinks or blacks every single move is calculated Jack

He never slacks, Exotic birds and tigers and a trained macaque

His fleet of vehicles was black a hatred for the boys in blue

Now tell me what the hell can anyone step up to really do?

He lost his marbles, Aimed and shoot his sperm to make a hooker gargle

Recoil from the high caliber pistol, broke his metacarpal

Many his possessions sparkle Most of all his diamonds conflict

All his brothers even mother and his father was a Convict

Born into a life of pain, he'll never feel the hurt again

Whats in his brain is killing motherfuckers all up in the game

He's straight up shot, jabbing at a punching bag with all he got

New shiny Glock was bout to leave the crib, but then he heard a knock

Since shit is thick, he thinking quick, he cocked the gun until it clicked

It could be Crips or maybe Bloods he double crossed on Several Flips

Fat beads of sweat and then he heard the knock again as loud it gets

Lets off the bets for sure, cuz he's a vet, no hesitating pet

He starts to shoot Reloaded with the ammo clip he towed in boot

The sound went Mute, perhaps it was the detects that was in pursuit

He peeped the door, Swiss cheesed more than it was before

But then he saw something so shocking that it dropped his Jaw

It couldn't be from shock the site before him dropped him to his knees

Cuz now he sees that all along he's been living with a disease

He saw himself shadow of the man he was and stripped of wealth

And nothing else a patient at an institute for mental health

(Insane Asylum Skit)