Mind Playin Tricks On Me - ABK, Insane Clown Posse, Lil Wyte

I showed up at your high school prom

With an axe in my motherfuckin' palm

Oh, later for that?

Oh, we about to get into that mind, huh?

Alright

At night I can’t sleep, I stress, concerned

Imagination attacks, I’m seein' bodies bein' burned

Four walls closin' in, I’m panicin'

Starin' at the ceilin', froze like a mannequin

My mother’s always stressin' I ain’t livin' right

I go to war with my own mind every night

See me prayin' with my eyes closed

Mad sweaty, and blood starts oozin' out my nose

There’s somebody watchin' outside

I just shiver in bed, playin' dead, tryin' to hide

I feel the shadow loomin' over my covers

But when I look, I don’t see the mother fuckers

On my hatchet, reflections of a red moon

Talkin' backwards in the corner of my bedroom

Some might say, «Take a chill, B.»

But I can’t see, it’s like somebody’s tryin' to kill me

I’m poppin' in my clip when the wind blows

Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my windows

I hear a scream every time I doze off

Big grandfather clock rocks when it goes off

Maybe I’m just too lonely

My mind’s playin' tricks on me

I fly Faygos and fuck fat broads

Everybody know me;

Dark Carnival star

But late at night, somethin' ain’t right

I feel I’m bein' tailed by the same fuckin' headlights

Is it that fool I beat down with Mike Clark

Or is it that punk that I choked in the park

Or is it the mark I took for five thousand dollars

Thought I sold him yay, but it was Gold Medal flour

Reached in the back, grabbed the chopper for these busters

Ain’t no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a motherfucker

Made a left on Jefferson and jumped out quick

If it’s goin' down, bitch, let’s get this shit over with

Here they come, so fuck it, I’m ready

I got my hand on my bloody machete

What I saw’ll make your ass start gigglin'

Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens

Woo, the drama avoided

I take my boys everywhere I go because I’m noided

I keep lookin' over my shoulders, peekin' around corners

My mind’s playin' tricks on me

Yeah, Lil Wyte, Lil Wyte

Day by day, it’s more impossible to cope

That’s because I’m the one that’s doin' dope

Can’t keep a steady hand, because I’m nervous

The Devil won’t allow me in service

Prayin' for forgiveness

And tryin' to make a billion out the business

I know the Devil’s lookin' at me

But yet and still, it’s hard for me to feel happy

I often drunk when I drive

Call me vehicular homicide

I’m 'bout to get it over with

I like to smoke and drink, I get full, bitch

I got two little girls to look after

And if I die, they’ll end up datin' little bastards

I had a bitch down with me

But to me it seemed like she was out to get me

She ain’t helped me out in this shit

So to me now she just another bitch

Now she layin' back where they made her

I already know that I hate her

Now I bet she’s lonely

I got a new bad bitch, homie

This year, Halloween fell on a weekend

Me and the Juggalos was trick-or-treatin'

Robbin' richie boys for bags

'Til the 5−0 got behind our ass

So we speeded up the pace

Took a look back and he was right before our face

He was 'bout to keep me down, no doubt

So I swung and punched him dead in the mouth

His bitch ass was goin' down, we figured

And if he don’t, then I’ma have to pull the trigger

Put his body down six or seven feet

In other words, lay his ass to sleep

Had to triple team on him

Rob the motherfuckin' couple G’s he had on him

The more I shot, the more blood flew

Then he disappeared and my ninjas disappeared too

Then I felt just like a fiend

It wasn’t even close to Halloween

It was dark as fuck on the streets

My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete

Goddamn, homie

My mind’s playin' tricks on me