Twisted, maniacal Mojo, boy, you a monster dark thoughts, narcissistic, what's the problem

Up late, hear, you be playin' with some goblins and I just lost a little sanity to channel a gift

Competition in the pocket, so I'm sendin' a blitz It's for them days when we was eatin' eggs, ham and some grits

Promise mama and my daddy I'll protect all their kids even if I can't afford to eat a couple of meals

I know that in some years that I'ma throw a couple of M's so with that being said, my mind is gone

And my heart is racin

Emotions of a psycho and I'm feelin' like Jason

Fucked up is what you got me if you thinkin' I'm sweet I'm not about to do a circus show or fire a tweet

I'ma just touch one of your packs and now you glued to the scene now everybody cryin'

Sayin' to stay out of the streets

Fucked up is what you got me if you threaten my kin covered in blood, lovin' the taste, I'm givin' you grins

Eyes rolled back, crimson drippin' off of my chin the world is cutthroat and I'm numb, no room for a friend

That's just some extra fuckin' people who can cross you again so I'ma go against the flow

But I'ma follow the wind