Perfect Poison - Mac Mall

Gimme some Lithium

Prescribe me Ritalin

Lock me in loony bin

Straight jacket strap me in

Hearing voices again

It’s Charlie Manson

Speaking Thizzlamic and he telling me to kill a man

He tell me trust him

Fuck the cuttys he’s my closest friend

It’s for life

And it’s some laughing when I meet my end

Damn, somebody help me get this blood up off my hands

I try to wipe if off but it keep reappearing

Somebody get my momma

Somebody bring me preacher

I need a meat cleaver

Nah nah I need Jesus

Charlie say he don’t see us

I’m trapped here with the demons

I pray every day

But it seems I get the silent treatment

So I’m here to frequent

PCP I don’t need it

But I wanna get wet

Fiendish evil genius

Was decent as a fetus

But when momma delivered

Out came serial killers

Take yo soul with 9 milli

Mallocaust programs

Chemically enhanced

Perfect poison

For cutthroat fans

Wanna get hyphy?

Slit your wrist the right way

On Friday, the 13th

I’m in your psyche

Don’t try to fight me

Just let it go

It’s no use, fool

You’re under my control

A plus a .44 equal

A negro tag-toed

And his momma crying «Oh, no!»

What the fuck we on

Devil music and Patron

Antonio Montana

Paraquat and thizzos

Possessed by Dre ghost

Speaking tongues on the microphone

Welcome to the Terrordome

You have arrived

Let’s pray that Mac allow you survive

Mallocaust cause genocide

Don’t have to press rewind

And get the message in my rhyme

Follow me to the last days

In a purple haze

Some Jonestown Kool-Aid

And a double shot of Hennessey

I’ll take you there

Just get prepared

Don’t have to be scared

Brace yourself