O.K.S.

Guess who's back...
 Chorus:
 OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
 OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
 raisin' up from my tomb
 time warp on a dime off the shrooms
 zoom in let me take your mind on a journey
 see what I see visions of bodies burnin'
 like turnin a pistol and pointin it to your dome
 cock it back squeeze the trigger blow and it's on
 brains gone, thrown out the back of your cranium
 trippin' on your shorts, left your ass a corpse on your Ma's front porch
 about to torch down the house
 caught your mama and her spouse f**kin on the couch like south
 bout to make moves off your fam bam
 madman lyrically from rap to seran next plan
 let me expand on my artwork genius in my reality
 pure insanity can it be the angel dust that turns your brains to dust
 bust lyrics strangle us no one is insane as us
 Chorus:
 OKS original killa shit that'll leave yo wrists slit
 OKS niggas with the biscuits mobbin through your district splifted on some sick shit
 takin puffs on the smoke I call the Anti-Christ
 got me seein red and purple lights
 mixed with black dots
 peep the backdrop of the crime scene
 niggas seein' 19 I'm seein' widescreen
 so much red Visine can't get it out
 from the rage of the slugs as the iron spit it out
 it is I Psycho palmin' the Desert Eagle
 creepin' through your blocks in the crypt colored Reagal
 pure evil bumpin brother Lynch season of the sick
 how you gonna reason with the Psycho I'm the desolate
 watch the devil spit, call the exorcist
 satanic messages, got me wearin nigases for necklaces
 yes it is the messenger of death watch yo step
 I'm quite wicked
 make a motherf**ker leak his life liquid
 so why risk it it's a suicide
 when it comes to you and I
 do or fly nigga you will die