Prone To Bad Dreams

Prone To Bad Dreams Lyrics

I hate the whole f**king world so the world better hate me
I bust in your house and kill your whole f**king family
I get so much pussy I think f**king is boring
Took 10 mothaf**kas to the grave up north
They couldn't handle me enough so what you gonna do with me?
Lock me up? Punk I broke out of two penitentiaries
Join the gang ain't no thang I love competition
Shot my brotha in the head cause my hand was itching
Never liked my stepdad cause he was too phony
Stuck his arm up his ass cause he tried to swing on me
I killed 2 of my teachers cause they called me a dummy
Yo, ask me why I don't smile cause I don't think sh*t funny
I don't joke, b**ch, nor do I clown
You can tell I was from Houston from the bodies I left around
Now you can take that sh*t to the bank
And tell all the f**king people that's why they call me Point Blank...

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank...
[Repeat 8 times]

When I go off people say they never saw sh*t
And close their ears cause I only kick the raw sh*t
You said you was hard so I started to busting the rough sh*t
Now you wanna cry, you must not be from South Park, b**ch
A lot of niggas wanna rush Blank on a bum tip
But that's a dumb tip
See, I only been threaten by one man in my life
And I promised never to look in the mirror with a butcher-knife
Shock cause my lyrics are browsing
Suckers I battled last year still standing with their mouths open
Hoping they could come a plea but not from me
Cause I'm solid as a bar that's slamming T.D.C.
A lot of niggas say they are harder than concrete but still get bin
b**ch, I punch holes in cement
I can't belive you played yourself
Trying to get a rid of me, you know you out-rated yourself
You better go to sleep and forget the past
Cause I'ma f**k around and wreck your ass
b**ch...

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) Point Blank...
[Repeat 8 times]

Point Blank, the hardest mothaf**ka around
A lot of niggas tried to cross my waters but got drowned
See, I think compared to me
Other artists and new mothaf**kas' scared to get with me
But I met a couple, their nuts was swollen
And they still try to get my shoes out their a**holes
Never would Blank get rolled on
I got suckers on life-support still trying to hold on
I tried to give them a break, let them stay awake
But now I see I made a mistake
Cause the pussy mothaf**kas' claiming they bad and sh*t
Now they sleep forever in a casket
Never underestimate the mind of a psycho
Harder than a mothaf**ka, people say I might go...crazy
But I'm not, I'm slicker than a fox
Stomach made of steel, drink p**s on the rocks
On the level I'm straight, crowds I motivate
Penetrate b**ches with my trusty old .38
So don't ever try to step to me wrong
Cause when my blood rush I cut more people than King Kong
Police on my ass cause I terrorize the city
Doctors love me for keeping the hospitals busy
Social security is a punch of bull
I get a check every month for keeping graveyards full
So if you ever need a nigga that's insane
Look me up, Point Blank's my mothaf**king name...

(What's your name, nigga? What's your name, nigga?) [Repeat 8 times]
Point mothaf**king Blank!