All rise for the judge. You may be sitted. Case No. 36 Gangsta Pat vs the jury. Mr Gangsta Pat, you’re charged with three counts of aggravated assault and possession of a deadly weapon. So could you please take the witness stand and please explain to the jury, your side of the story?

Alright, check it out

Here we go another day, and I’m living like a maniac

I got my nine and I finna pull the hammer back

And get violent, but I don’t try to be

Sometimes there’s a demon inside of me

He’s tryna make me do wrong and all that

But I snap and come back and put away the gat

And then my mind goes blank and I’m falling, G

And I can hear the nine millimeter calling me

It’s telling me to come commit another homicide

So I hopped in my truck and go for a ride

And now I’m looking for a victim and my mind’s blank

I’m feeling funny cause I took a hit from the dank

There’s another person living inside of me

And it’s a bad case of split personality

I need help, so lock me up for a while

I’m sick of living in this Homicidal Lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Your Honor, he is lying! He is not getting to the point! You have no excuse to assault another citizen! I demand justice! The story that he is telling is made up, your Honor! Can’t you tell that this young man is lying?! Would you please tell the truth, Mr. Gangsta Pat?!

Order in my court. Mr. Gangsta Pat, could you please procede with the story?

Alright

I wake up in the morning with a strange feeling

It ain’t right, I got an appetite for the killing

So I head to the kitchen for the butcher knife

Open the door and I was blinded by a strange light

I knew that I was going crazy from the get go

And then I turn into a spider, a black widow

I tried to climb the wall and fell, boy did that hurt

I think the devil try to make me do his dirty work

I tried to climb something else and hit my head again

I passed out and woke up in my bed again

I start thinking something’s fishy and it just ain’t right

I could’ve sworn it was morning but it’s midnight

I looked down and I’m tied in a straight jacket

I want out, i start sweating cause I can’t hack it

I need help, my mind is going buck wild

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

(mumbling)

Can’t you see that there’s something wrong with the boy? You know because he ain't right in his mind. But he paid me for the case, so.... it’s up to you whatever you want to do with him. You know it’s cool, it’s all good. Gangsta Pat, go ahead and proceed

I’m going crazy and I really can’t help it, G

I’m always thinking that somebody tryna kill me

I’m having flashbacks, so I start to duck and run

All of a sudden there’s a boom made him dropped that bomb

And now I’m sweating cause I feel my body getting warm

I realize I’m in the middle of Vietnam

Here comes the sergeant and he’s telling me to guard his back

But I can’t, cause I’m standing here without a gat

I hear a bang and I fall so I guess I’m dead

Open my eyes and all I saw was bloodshed

I must be dreaming, so I pinched myself and woke up

Look in the mirror and realized I was locced up

Threw up my set, and I bail through my neighborhood

I’m back to normal, so everything feels good

I’m not a killa and hurting people is not my style

This is the end of a homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Homicidal Lifestyle, homicidal lifestyle

I’m sick of living in this homicidal lifestyle

Mr. Gangsta Pat, I sentence you to twenty years in the state prison

What?! 20 years?! Man you can’t give me no twenty years

Come on, boy! Let’s go, boy!

Get this man out of my courtroom. Get him outta here! Now!

You can’t give no twenty years, man! I ain’t going back! I ain’t going nowhere! You better kill me!