Psycho

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ganksta Nip] 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 gettin' thicker and thicker Pour some chocolate on your arm, so it can taste like a Snicker Push your ass off a buildin', check to see if you're dead Flash back on second grade, pencil 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 measures are drastic Dead babies in my house, suffocated by plastic Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin', ho Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'mma slam her Catch that bitch by herself, and finger fuck her with a hammer Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg Be nice, and help her up, then kick her dead in the head No bullshittin', you must be smokin' that rock, ho Snatch some meat out your stomach, so I can make me a taco You'll bleed from your head to your toe That's how it is when you fuckin' with a psycho [Hook] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child...] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child on the hard concrete...] [Verse 2: Ganksta Nip] 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, yeah, y'all think that I'm soft They'll find you bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo fuckin' mouth To kill a nigga is a chance I can't pass up After hittin' you with a stick, nah, 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 "Uh, look!" I won't stop shootin' 'til somebody gets shot (*gunshots*) A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots? I won't sweat, but yet, 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 Ho, I'll slap yo ass so hard, my hand will go through yo fuckin' face Marriage, me and yo mama gettin' married soon After I fuck her, I'mma kill her after honeymoon That's how it is when you fuckin' with a psycho [Hook] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child...] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child on the hard concrete...] [Verse 3: Ganksta Nip] This is a mothafuckin' warnin', a damn red alert Squeeze your neck with some pliers, 'til I see blood squirt I'mma crazy mothafucka, smokin' punks is my joy You don't really wanna fuck with me, boy Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangsta elite 12 O'Clock, I'm out searchin' for some good lookin' brains to eat Growin' and showin', steady blowin' 'em quick You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with See what I'm sayin'; Ganksta Nip means doom Mercenary, plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight Body bags in the street, dogs eat good for a week Bitch, I'll shoot you in your face, oh, you think I won't do it? Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluids South Park is my hood, your life is in danger Pierce your skin with a needle Suck your blood through a clothes hanger Yeah, I'mma 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 trash bag Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches Blew up a convalescent center, 'cause I hate old bitches I tried to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone South Park lunatic, with the mind of a Jim Jones I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat Two-hundred blenders in my hand, crushin' heads like pigs feet You'll bleed from your head to your toe That's how it is when you fuckin' with a psycho [Hook] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child...] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child...] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child...] [A ragin' psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child on the hard concrete...]