Psycho

Lyrics

[Hook] 2x Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) (Ridin around wit ducktape) [Verse 1: Lil Jack] Mane how you gon hang around wit with killers Make fuck around and drop you in the river Hope you can swim wit your head gone nigga! Blowed out brains on your headstone nigga! Run off in his crib, not you get gone nigga! Nigga blooded, then I pull off the crime scene mugging Old people scared yelling they'an seen nothing Got ah couple young niggas jumping out bussing Yeah I'ma kill 'em, nigga, Fuck 'em! Use to wear the mask, now I get'em naked face Ain't trying to hide I'ma kill 'em anyway Manson for life, got the chopper wit the light I'ma run up on'em slipping It's gon be your last night Steel take his head off Sawed off and the Glock Single shot from front Lock his ass in the trunk Little J to the A to the Killa BITCH! All I hang around is killa, killas, BITCH! Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia Merciless, me and Merciles riding shirtless Burn his house down, nigga black suit hearse shit You gon get hurt bitch, shoot off in the church bitch Fucking wit a killer, everybody getting murked shiittt.... Do ya really wanna die? Shoot him in his face Knock the noodles out his eyeees.... [Hook] 2x Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) (Ridin around wit ducktape) [Verse 2: T-Rock] Niggas be thinking they competition I eat up the opposition like a steak plate I'm a murderous mission Make the enemies retreat or submission I got a feeling, nigga straight faith Nigga say they reliable But in actuality, they but be liable to killed with a straight face Nigga eyes become wide, erase a nigga like a rewritable compact, nigga straight lace (aww shit) This is the penalty of opposing a energy Of a nigga full of Hennessy Buck at the enemy, if they took of hint of me You witnessing a nigga dying of plague like a Kennedy Nigga witness supremacy Me and my killas, will beat a muthafucka way beyond identity See we got sinister mobs And I got people who will finish the job And you nothing but a memory We can shoot out with 9 Glocks Or we can throws bows I punch a nigga quicker than time clock When in middle of a battle my mind stops I cock back and leave the enemy off in a pine box Got the murder music bumpin your stereo Nigga hear the material and they that its superior Ain't no other nigga bumpin like this Crunk as bitch Spreading the bullets like they venereal.... disease You don't wanna fuck wit my G's We'll do nigga wit ease Then smoke on some weed Leave your loves ones with reeves Cus they couldn't believe We coming like a militia Murdering niggas with cheese I got anna on da mind If you wondering if Im gonna take care the business You ain't even gotta ask me See I'm connected to a mob of niggas Who do the job for little or nothing Better yet... [Hook] 2x Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) (Ridin around wit ducktape) [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] I'mma drill 'em with a deadly dose of venom Put they brains up on the spinning fan they placed up on the ceiling When the milli get the rippin' nigga body get the tippin' When I hit them with the .20 gauge he permanentally limpin' Did I mention that I'm sniffin on some coke, I'm numb and trippin' Slippin' on the isotoner, goin' on a mission Can't forget to get the other damn tools out the kitchen Packin' ammunition, goin' on a expedition When I catch a nigga slippin' I'ma smack him with the pimpin' Taking everything, I even got a nigga strippin' Bitch nigga may have some dope thats hidden Bitch strip too, don't make me have to pin him Infamous the Scarecrow, nothing you prepare for Don't you turn around, bitch you better be careful Sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a nigga That's psychopathic ratchet on a whole nother level Kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel gauge Nigga try to run, catch some buckshot-spray Flambated on the ground, brain decay This shit can happen quick or it can go another way Your guts splattered mane, all over the place I suggest you go along and co-operate 'fore you end up in a fucking bodybag today .50 cal round through the vest and the trauma plate