Well here goes. I did my best but sometimes I just couldn't figure out what the hell they are saying. My best guesses and/or doubts as to what I think I heard are parenthetical and in boldface. Skinny Sick says his name is "Mike" (did we know this yet?) and DSK, according to his MySpace page, is "Signed to Wicked Intent Records as a producer."
http://www.myspace.com/dskhorror
Sick Minds Think Alike
Chorus:
We kill, we die, its true
What?
Sick Minds Think Alike
(repeat)
DSK:
(At least I think its DSK here though, if so, he refers to himself in the third person in his last stanza)
I’m a pimple on the dick
Of the music industry
Hate me or love me I know you feelin’
(high?)
I’m a Southern boy but don’t you call me a hick *****
My mind is so sick suckin’ blood like a tick
I’m agnostic but I’m still
(rude?) when I
(spit/spin?) this
Call me Jehovah so you can all be a witness
The Skinny Sick, the lunatic
Syko Sam, *advertiser censored*
Way to smackdown bam
What do you know about this?
You don’t know about this
(Recent killin’ stint and also murderous/Recent killin’ stint boss is so murderous?)
Yes we gonna murder this
When we
(spinning/spitting?) wicked
(boss?)
A verbal *advertiser censored***in’
(and/damn?) leave you with some wicked scars
Damn,
What you gonna do to prepare for the attack
With three sick killas
(slaying/slinging?) axes at your back
Homie DSK hit a dyke with a spike
But its alright cause sick minds think alike
(chorus x 2)
Syko Sam:
I hate this world and I can’t stop this feeling
Everyday I wake up I resort to the killin’
First stab you a couple times and I watch your body twitch
Then I’ll leave you stranded and helpless in a *advertiser censored***n’ ditch
Of course I always love to see that blood spray
But I also like to drink the blood just like DSK
Once I got you in my sight you’ll never get away
Always dreamin’ about bodies dismembered and
(dis?) decayed
I’m a sick **** and of course I know this
On your grave is where I’m at takin’ a piss
To everyone, and whom this may concern
I burn the bodies and keep the ashes in an urn
You wanna know how I get away scot-free
And all the reasons why they will never ever stop me?
Let me explain, wait a minute, psyche
I’m sure you already know this cause sick minds think alike
(chorus x 2)
Skinny Sick:
Yeah check this out:
My Momma kinda funny and she used to cut your throat
I ain’t playin’ cause my cousin gotta body in his boat
Some say I’m dope like my brothers reckon at Wicked Intent
I’m the *advertiser censored***n’ reason Syko Sam likes the
(Sodomite’s Kiss?) right
My name is Mike but you can call me Skinny Sick
Sick minds think alike maybe cause we
(?????)
DSK lets the
(place/play?) screamin’ in
(peace/piece?) makes you say
What’s the day, Dr. Dre,
(?????) I’m sprayin’ bullets
Got you
(????????) cutters watch ‘em bleed across the floor
Jake the Ripper’s my cousin lookin’ out for dirty *advertiser censored*
Manson had it right when he said one day you *advertiser censored***rs will pay
Cause then the terrorists attacked in the USA
And now the FBI is scopin’ my ****
Disposin’ 50 *advertiser censored***n’ people before they break in my crib
They threw me across the floor ask me who do I like
I told 'em my sick junkies because we all think alike *****
(chorus x 2)