Psycho

A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
 If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you
 It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
 Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
 Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
 Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
 Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead
 Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
 I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
 Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
 I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
 Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
 Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
 Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic
 Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
 Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
 Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
 Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
 Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
 Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
 No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
 Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco
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 You'll bleed from your head to your toe
 That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 A mothafuckin' psycho... I need to be dead
 Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
 Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
 Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn
 I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
 Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
 Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
 Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
 Yeah
 You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
 That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
 To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
 After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall... get yo' ass up!
 Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
 Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
 I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
 A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
 I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
 Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
 You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
 Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"
 A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
 Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face
 Marriage -
 Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
 After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon
 [Chorus and Break:]
 You'll bleed from your head to your toe
 That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
 A damn red alert
 Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
 I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
 You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy
 Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
 12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
 Growin' and showin', steady
 You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
 See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
 Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
 Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
 Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
 Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
 Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid
 Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
 Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
 Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
 Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag
 Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
 Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
 I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
 South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
 I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
 Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet
 [Chorus and Break:]
 You'll bleed from your head to your toe
 That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)
 (A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
 (...ain't playin with y'all...)