Sittin in his mind like a bullet in da head His brains 're not ordinary they're dead They're jumpin around lookin fora new stuff They cannot stop they cannot get enough U'll neva understand whatz groove of da pain U'll neva understand whatz goin in his brain Kidnappa is a real desire MF drug sucka wanna get higher Everywhere I am his target I don't wanna fight don't wanna GO FOR IT Just for a wild I'm waitin for his appear it makes me weak I've got a real fear Gotta go gotta go — slowly — they run I think I'm gonna die or gotta lotta fun He's pressin ma body ma vains ma spirit They gonna blow up gonna jump out of it I can't keep out of it I'm afraid of him of his spirit All I wanna do is make a kick But kidnappaz groove makes me weak No no no! Nobody hear ma voice When I've got no health no "strong" no choice When I'm runnin away from da blood From da evil from da faceless crowd On ma back: his eyes his track He's after me I got a balance lack He's not ma enemy not ma friend But why I must die coz of his bent I'm afraid he got me ma organz … But ma dick is really nuthin ma ass is 2 much dirty ma lungs are kill'd by nicotine Ma liver is kill'd by alcohol ma heart is full of bullshit ma eyes can't see any More ma ears can't hear anymore. But ma mind is too much sick! and kidnappaz groove MAKES ME WEAK!