"Insane In The Brain" by Cypress Hill

Who you tryin ta mess with ese?
Dont you know Im loco?...

To da one on da flam
Boy its tough
I just toss that ham in the fryin pan
Like spam
Its done when I come in
Slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Dont make me wrek ya hectic
Automatic got me goin like Genral Electric
Damn
The lights are blinking Im thinking
Its all over when I go out drinking
OH
Makin my mind slow,
Thats why I dont fuck wit da big four-oh
Bro
I got ta maintain
Cuz a nigga like me is goin insane

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Insane in da membrane
Insane in da brain!

Do my shit undercover
Now its time for for the blubber
Blabber
To watch dat belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet
Dont try it
Ill check your ass like a looter in a riot
Much too fast like a sumo slammin dat ass
Leavin your face in the grass
You know
I dont take a chulo
Lightly
Bitch just jealous cuz he cant outwrite me
So kick that style, wicked
Wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Whip dat mainframe
Ill explain
A nigga like me is goin insane

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Like Louie Armstrong
Play the trumpet, Ill hit dat bong
And break ya off somethin soon
I got ta get my props
Cops
Come and try ta snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
Head underground
To the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
And Im off in the night blue scad
Yes Im the pirate
Pilot
Of this ship if I get wit the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen
Look
But dont make ya eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin insane

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