Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Em
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
Verse 2
Em
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
Verse 3
Em
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
Verse 4
Em
Bloody bodies in caskets,
the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house
suffocated by plastic
Verse 5
Em
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
Verse 6
Em
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
Verse 7
Em
You'll bleed from your
head to your toe
That's how it is,
when you fuckin wit' a psycho
D#
D#m
(A raging psychotic,
D#
psychopath talkin')
D#m
Em
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
D#m
(A raging psychotic,
D#
psychopath talkin')
D#m
Em
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
Verse 8
Em
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
Verse 9
Em
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
Verse 10
Em
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,
G
Em
G
naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!
Verse 11
Em
Some say I'm crazy,
some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad,
the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
Verse 12
Em
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
Verse 13
Em
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
Verse 14
Em
Marriage
Me and yo' mama getting
married soon...
After I fuck her I'ma kill her at
the honeymoon
Verse 15
D#
You'll bleed from your head
to your toe
That's how it is,
D#m
when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic,
psychopath talkin')
Em
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic,
D#m
psychopath talkin')
D#
D#m
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
Verse 16
mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some
G
Em
pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka',
smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' fuck
Verse 17
with me boy
Em
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
Verse 18
Em
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
Verse 19
Em
Bitch I'll shoot you in your face,
you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger,
G
makin' babies drink lighter fluid
Verse 20
Em
Yeah I'ma gangster,
I ain't got time to be mushy
Em
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause
I might blow up her pussy
Em
Graveyard in my bed,
only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet,
Em
heads and throats in my trashbag
Verse 21
Em
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
Verse 22
Em
I'm hard to beat,
favorite food is raw meat
Two- Hundred blenders in my head,
crushin' heads like pigs' feet
Verse 23
Em
You'll bleed from your
head to your toe
That's how it is,
when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic,
D#m
D#m
psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
D#m
(A raging psychotic,
D#m
psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic,
D#m
D#m
psychopath
D#m
talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic,
D#m
psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
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