Hush, little baby, don't say a word

Momma's dead

Woke up this morning not knowin' what the f*ck that I did last night

All I remember is that her name was Kim

There's blood on my hands, blood on the walls, blood on the ceiling

Oh my God, I think it happened again

(I've got this sickness)

Sickness, sickness, oh yeah (I've got this sickness)

(I've got this sickness)

I hear these voices in my head (I've got this sickness)

And they won't stop 'til somebody's dead

I'd like to stop killing but the s**t is like a knife

I get the uh-uh feeling

I'm coming to getcha (I'm coming), I'm coming to getcha

Lock your doors, the b***h killer's coming to getcha

Lock your doors, you better hide your b***h

'Cause I gotta itch that I just couldn't scratch

I'm coming to getcha, I'm coming to getcha

Lock your doors, the b***h killer's coming to getcha

There's so much sickness out there (I've got the sickness)

(I've got the sickness)

And I don't know what to do (I've got the sickness)

There's a little bit of me in all of you

Red rum, red rum, mo' murder, mo' murder

Used to have a fine b***h 'til I had to hurt her

This b***h by my side, she startin' to get cold

I'm still fuckin' her body and it's three days old

No time to feel guilty about the things that I did

'Cause today it's a b***h and her three little kids

The youngest was three, the oldest was nine

I hope they souls go to heaven 'cause they ass is mine

It all started when my pops lost his job

He started takin' it out on me and my moms

He used to beat her down, beat her down like she was a G

And then he turned around and did a "daddy dearest" on me

He put the pistol to my head and this is what he said

"One less mouth to feed if yo' ass was dead"

So you see, I didn't get the sickness by myself

Now I'm takin' it out on everybody else

Your mom, she's dead, your pops, he's dead

Your children next, ice picks to the head (I've got the sickness)

Get yo' bitch, get her off the street

I'm lookin' for some p***y to eat (I've got the sickness)

And now they label me a cannibal, that's understandable

I'll eat a p***y 'til the police call me Hannibal, yeah (I've got the sickness)

(I've got the sickness)

I hear voices in my head (I've got the sickness)

And they won't stop 'til somebody's dead (I've got the sickness)

Have you checked the children?

I'll put my nine between your legs and pull the motherfuckin' trigger

And now your period's two weeks early (I've got the sickness)

It'll only hurt for a second (I've got the sickness)

What's up, y'all? (I've got the sickness)

(I've got the sickness)