Go Crazy

Go Crazy, what I do when I put the pen to the pad

Grab my gat from the back of my black Cadillac

Come back to the crib, blast fags, hit 'em with a little rat tat tat

Bodies hit the floor, and they brains go splat

It's a set-up, bet you didn't know that

Ain't surprised at all, you crackas don't know crap

You fags act all shocked when you find out crackers can rap

Yeah, now what? Shut you bitch-ass up, blud

Cover the rug in ya' blood, cuz' I just don't give two fucks

I'll leave you cunts stuck like bugs snug wrapped up in a rug

Go Crazy, I'm in a daze of craze, call me Slim Shade

Nick throwin' shade like a football, call him Tom Brade'

Replay Not Afraid in my brain until I'm prepared to go back to bein' a renegade

You'll need immediate clinical aid when I get rollin' like Danes

Blood stains on my shirt, guts flying all over the place like a hurricane

I'll take a chainsaw to sever your main veins leave you in pain

Then I'll hijack the plane, steal the champagne, get drunk off it 'till I go insane

Maintain that state, celebrate, and don't hesitate to fly right into the World Trade

Bring everyone with me on that plane down to the grave

But I'm brave enough to have faith that I can just dig myself back outta the grave

Then get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave

Have some fun before goin' back to the shameful way of gaining my fame

Commit crimes, sell drugs, get high on my own supply

Overdose on my own shit 'til I die

Ain't nobody gonna cry that night

Cuz I

Won't be missed

Maybe your bitch might miss my dick

All eight inches of it

But that's all buts and what-ifs

But nobody else gon' give two shits

About some problematic Valium addict

With bad habits

Who died hard with 'em like Bruce Willis