text: She was holding hands with molly the very first time we chilled
  I did not think a thing of that
  Thats just how she picked to feel
  See Im the type of kid to not be giving a fuck about bitches and shit
  But this particular chick had the demon inside and I had the gat
  When she bought a GHOSTEMANE tee and wore that shit with no undies
  And at that time when I knew this schemin chick was no phony
  I took us down to the basement and she saw the dead bodies
  She did not give a fuck
  Matter of fact she thought it was funny
  She let me put her up on that torture machine and go all night
  Shes strapped in leather on the table and says Im doing it right
  I stuffed an eighth of shrooms in that bitchs mouth and we fucked as she dug her fingers into my back
  Til I was dripping all kinds of blood
  I got a crazy ass bitch, she make me look like Im sane
  She hold it down for a kreep, never playing no games
  She ready to kill
  Whatever we gotta do
  Whatever it is that we gotta do
  On the one hand making your mind up dont mean shit
  Shooting up bitches and then we trip
  Psychedelic sex in the back of the whip
  We following up with it til she rolled up
  The smoke in each other then
  As she ready to pop off every time she see a bitch staring my way
  Shes got a piece thats shorter than Danny DeVito
  I like it that way
  When I say we ride
  We ride
  When she say we die
  We die
  Crazy and thats how I like it
  I promise to Buddha dont want it no other way
  I got a crazy ass bitch, she make me look Im sane
  She hold it down for a kreep, never playing no games