I Go Fuckin’ Psycho

Lyrics
[Intro] "You wanna be all up in my face and shit, eh? Well, okay, I'm crazy – see me go psycho, fuckin' psycho" [Chorus] I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be [Verse 1] Simple advice, I'm not simple nice I got no dimple, so you can call me Kimbo Slice I'm not in for ice, maybe for bimbo twice You're fully limbo when I rise, mistaken him for Christ I'm in for no price, but the Earth Day shaky Gave me birth – not again, another birthday cake I never heard they make, but a nerve they break So I'm curvin' they today, because I heard they fake And you will never see me patient I need to cover up, like eczema on the TV station Imitations are the base reason I don't talk to people My finger all up in your face like you're Doctor Evil I'm all about the instrumentals, drum kits and a capellas But I can stab you, like drunk kids are acting jealous And my armpits aren't covered in Perry Ellis I got more curved shit coming out of me than hairy fellas [Chorus] I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Your boys can feel that you're very nervous 'Cause I got more points on waves than a ferry service And they reserve this, all they found was your ankles and feces They can't strike your handle at my Glago pieces Leave you dark orange, like timberland's age They pull us in cages, but I'm ridiculous rage Askin' for a nickel and change, I still never will change I'll con you for air, call me Nicolas Cage And if you sue me? Sure, go ahead, I'll face the jurat Come out and do the trial, like I'm Ace Ventura All up in your face, stress you, your face mature up Embraced up in the case I subways, like Jared, nah! But look, I'm bigger than that I got more filters for the bad than a cigarette pack An eagle attack, use legs like a kicker on track You'll shake like body-builders triggered on crack [Chorus] I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be [Verse 3] I'm stabbin' them up, stabbin' them up You're comin' to rap it, I'm makin' them up Makin' them buck, nacked and fuck If they're makin' them breakin', I'm makin' them talk Stackin' them up, no pill in, makin' it real, I'm not a poking tack Rackin' them up and kill 'em, makin' them feel it, like a broken back You better be killer-beef, you be fuckin' with my type of honey Better be killin' me, if you gonna be fillin' me for money That reed for money, that cocaine, that kill for money But I ain't here for that, so what the fuck you think I'm here for, dummy? It's battle rap, finna be killin' beat, makin' the heat Fuck you with the street, finna be gettin' the sweet, what you need? But *brr*, wait, soon as I contact Yabbedy, yabbedy, yabbedy, as soon as I come back Like I pull the gun back, you stutter Use a stunner, you stompin' an abused up gutter Step in and bust in, cousins, step in and bust in, I'm not fussin' Step in and cause 'em, cousins, step in and bust 'em, burn like poncin' [Chorus] I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be I'm always up in your face if you fuck with me You cannot be traced when you buck with me That's why they say I'm crazy, I go fuckin' psycho – that's who I be
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