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S.T.I.N.K. Fest Lyrics

S'up main, peep game
Hello there, let me show you something

All these muthafuckin' killas
There are many murderers

And these muthafuckin' wicked ass preachers
And there are also many evil preachers

They have they congregations, you know what I'm sayin?
They have groups of people who follow them, do you understand?

They have people to move somethin', know what I'm talkin' about?
They have people to sell things for them, do you know what I mean?

I'm just tryin' to get mine, on the grind
I'm just trying to make money for myself

Psycho Club, know what I'm talkin' about?
I am a member of the Psycho Club, do you understand?

As I go in a rage
As I become angry

Shoot inside the crowd, make em scatter like Raid
I shoot into the crowd and they scatter like insects when sprayed with bug spray

Don't give a fuck, bitch duck, he fell in the lobby
I don't care, the person falls in the lobby

Pick up a needle now there's thousands of holes inside his body
I stab him with a needle multiple times, leaving many holes in his body

Blood leakin', moving real fast down his arm
Blood is flowing quickly down his arm

The third fuckin slice is the muthafuckin' charm
The third time I stab him is the most effective

Let me see if they right, 'cause I'm thinkin' they wrong
Let me test if they are correct, because I think they are mistaken

The third slice is the one where I bring forth chromes
The third stabbing is the one that brings about a metallic shine

I'ma altered beast, with a zillion a styles
I am a transformed monster with many different styles

Uh, y'all keep it quiet while I murder a while
Be quiet while I commit murder

Move somethin', Psych Ward, all over the world
Sell something (drugs), Psycho Ward, all over the world

I want the kids and the parents and the boys and girls
I want everyone of all ages

Come join, bring money it's good for your health
Join us and bring money, it will be beneficial for you

If you don't join, then you'll meet the children of death
If you don't join, you'll experience death

Let me explain, hopin that you will go through it
Let me explain, hoping that you will join us

Jim Jones did it, why the psych can't do it?
Jim Jones led a cult and committed mass suicide, so why can't we do it?

Smoke a dip, flip the script, ball and chain and the whip
Smoke drugs, change the plan, have power and control

The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips
Insects eat the body in pieces

Pit bulls come, claimin' all the pieces that's left
Dogs come and take whatever body parts are leftover

Whatever parts that they don't eat, the fire ants feel wealth
The parts that the dogs don't eat, fire ants enjoy

Then they throw a party, now they on their feet
The fire ants celebrate with a party

But that rival ant gang, they want that meat
But another ant colony wants the meat as well

Now it's an ant war, fire ants cannot be beat
Now there's an ant war and the fire ants are too powerful to lose

Now that's the same type a shit that you see on the street
That's what you see on the street (violence and war)

Hit the sweet, move somethin', then grab your Glocks
Smoke drugs, sell something (drugs), then get your guns

Cuz niggas listen to my music then they go kill cops
People listen to my music and then commit violence against police officers

They in a trance, hypnotically they do what I say
They are in a trance and obey my commands

See, I got the hook up spot where you can buy an A-K
I know where you can buy AK-47s

Then go out, straight murderin', and start you a spree
Then go out and start killing people in a spree

And don't come back until a thousand nine hundred seventy three
And don't come back until the year 1973

Bodies drop, inside the freezer, with ziplock tags
Bodies are stored in freezers with Ziplock tags

And leave the corpses all tied up in ziplock bags
Leave the dead bodies tied up in Ziplock bags

A blow torch is now needed, they'll turn into crust
Now a blow torch is necessary to turn the bodies into a crust

Cuz with the fire, then immortals turn slowly to dust
The heat from the fire turns the bodies into dust

Psycho NIP, mad scientist, I'll crush up them bones
I (Psycho NIP) am a mad scientist who grinds up bones

Cuz I'll catch you, I'll keep you, I'll kill you in the Psych
I will capture, retain, and murder you in the Psych ward

Bumblebees, grasshopers, spiders, they do hit the spot
Bugs like bumblebees, grasshoppers, and spiders, are tasty

Check nuts, now what, see Mr Snake's on the block
Be careful, there is a dangerous person (Mr. Snake) nearby

Insect war ground, see I can face it now
I am prepared to fight in an insect war

For my reality is body parts, I can taste it now
My reality consists of body parts, which I can taste

Crushed ice cubes keeps it all frozen stiff
Crushed ice cubes keep the body parts frozen and stiff

A chainsaw pursues much blood, they ready to rip
A chainsaw produces a lot of blood and tears through flesh

What you want? You bloody shit, when the wrists get slit
What do you want? OH, you want to see blood when I slit my wrists