[Intro: King Iso]
Oh shit it's twelve o'clock
Shit crazier than a motherfucker
Let's do it

[Verse 1: King Iso]
Still bumping "Dementia" on the daily
'Cause I be forgetting stuff that I been through when it made me
Wanna go pick a pistol up with you n***as, shit I'm mani'
To the max, I'm zany, my dick got bitches chaining
Back then the most difficult mission be entertaining
When I post a picture up I got bitches try'na frame me
Hitting other bitches up like "He finna have my baby"
They lying about everything and the system couldn't tame me
Can't cry, I do better things than the bitching and complaining
Education linked to the prison system, I'm peepin' my n***as instruments
Started banging, my n***a can you blame me?
You standing with the opps man, you n***as really brazy
I'm canvasing your block, 'cause I'm finna make a painting
I put it on a ghost or you n***as getting Swayze
They talking Mario, you'll be kicking it with Daisy's
Speaking of Mario, I been with my nig' since the 80s
A pistol grip on .380s really locked in and made it
Got clips, cinemas, get a picture when the K squeeze
Doc says send him off, because mentally I'm draining
I can't get enough, I'm a killer and they trained me
Not to give a fuck about shit that really faze me
So much to unpack, tripping on the daily
My kids say I'll go crazy like Eminem and Hailie
Don't be a menace like any other way
See there's anywhere from home and still whipping a Mercedes
And everybody love me but really probably hate me
And swinging at the air probably hitting all the babies
The Board of Mental Health like a Christian couldn't save me
My daddy left my mom pregnant while in the navy
Don't look through my phone, might see pictures of your lady
And everything I said is the shit that made me crazy
[Chorus: King Iso]
Yeah, that's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

[Verse 2: Snake Lucci]
(Snake Lucci)
Fourteen got my first .380
That's the type of shit that made me crazy
You know a n***a finna blow, no safety
Catch 'em in the mall, Old Navy
I was hitting bank at seventeen, no savings
I could get it to you for the lover win of baby
I went to prison for coke, I felt like they enslaved me
I put in work, I got ranked on in the tank
And stopped the drip, was rocking bricks
Was into politics, but I'm anonymous, hot as a lava pit
Pop 'em like a Klonopin, probably with an exotic bitch
Pocket watch and designer fits, lot of it counterfeit
I don't even bother with it, came up in the bottoms
Never needed a father figure, streets done made me crazy
I be committed, I was in prison, I was in vision
God I ain't did it, Father forgive us, I made part of the business
I made a lot of decisions, any other opposite should come get your lottery ticket, and as God is my witness
My oddest opinion, their squad on the menu
A lot of us vicious, they outta commission
They logic is missing, ain't got a pot they can piss in
They beef with ISO, that's their final decision
With knowledge I'm gifted, you might get popped in the mission, I'm locked in this issue
You on a chopping block, your block gonna miss you
When I cock the Glock and I pop it, it leave a spot in your temple
[Chorus: Snake Lucci & King Iso]
Yeah, that's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
What made me crazy? When my elders taught me the holy ghost
Waitin' from a kid to see it, now I look on my Rollie nope
Waiting's like never havin' a team and I'm at the Goalie Post
Show me hope, when it's contaminated, get polio
What else? Mama receiving everything but help
And the welts bled again, medicine being the belt
Ya bruh felt, (what?) hurt, and temper was short as a elf
A nut I would not trust and no plus for ya'self
I don't need no fuckin' apology lady
The body she gave me when I was young neurology say we appallingly crazy, 'cause she was older calling me baby
Water me daily, no education policy maybe?
I was discombobulated, thinkin' I was in love
What if this one ovulated, binkin' without a glove
I'm a drip from populated, wit' some thot you mated
Sick one copulated, my dick done modulated
I don't know what the problem is, I really wasn't fatherless
But nobody comin' odd as this I (Been psycho)
Wondering if a God exists, family gave me a lotta scripts
When I discovered a Godemis my (Sin light glow)
Never got up in the college's or politics, abolished it
My n***a, my noodle, my noggin is a (Spin cycle)
How in the hell will I polish it? I gotta get the solace wit' my (Friend Iso)
You are (Then frightful), want a (Grim fight no), (Slim price though)
Hey!
[Chorus: King Iso]
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
That's the type of shit to made me crazy
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
Pop, pop, sound of my Glock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)
I go cuckoo, clock, clock (That's the type of shit to made me crazy)