Psypher 3

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J] Well DJ Clay came with a dope track to roll with Underground like Anna Nicole Smith Big J, Duke of the darkness Turn the best rapper alive into a carcass A mic in my hand is like a pipe bomb Sweeter than coconut pie, right mom? J-U double G-A to the lo Let your nuts hang straight to the floor Yes, I like fat on my chicks ass Poundage, that make my dick splash Seventeen or seventy-one I got dick for everyone Fuck fear, suck right here Dick in your nose hole, nuts in your ear Rape yo face like a warlock wylin' Wear your panties to yo funeral smilin' Sick, seriously furious Homeless and alone, luxurious Lampin', back alley way campin' Raggin', gang taggin', stampin' I'm the joker, neden hole poker Blunt toker, punk smoker Throat choker, life croaker Grape faygo soda bath soaker Squeeze my nose and your head explodes With bionic elbows like Dusty Rhodes I fuck old fat hoes in they crusty folds And peel homeless hoes out they musty clothes I'm a damn fool, no rules Too cool for school, lick my family jewels I'm hungry, bitch, starvin', I need this Nine Whoppers and a shake couldn't feed this Clones, with "been there" and "done that" rhymes Y'all already said that how many times? It's Groundhog Day, for groundhog years Two sticks of dynamite fuckin' my ears Dayton family, Boondox, A-B-K Somebody take me away Clay, Twiztid, Hutch B-L-A-Z-E The Hatchet is the place to be [Verse 2: Jamie Madrox] Never faded appreciate every time I look in the crowd and they're recitin' all of our rhymes That we kick, call it holiday more free shit from Twiztid Blastin' the microphone with free spit The style is linguistic, verbal and sadistic Where bitch motherfuckers need purses and lipstick We sick to the finish and bring ya everything you need We the best, these bitches ain't even in our fuckin' league I'm an MVP when it comes to flows Hope you brought your umbrella, I'm finna rain on you hoes Not bent like an elbow or folded like a crease I'm drunk off the Grey Goose and pineapple peace To the ones that rock and stay down with what we do To the rest, I'm like a bus driver takin 'em back to school Pack a lunch all you punks I'm out the trunk like speakers And they ears are hot to death and my words are heat seekers [Verse 3: Cold 187um] This is a Psychopathic public service announcement I eat up suckers down to the last ounce and When it comes to lyrical murderin', that's me Believe you in the presence of a true rider rest in peace Yeah, I think for one there's too many gangstas in the streets There's too much hate frustration and bitches in heat Beef I get it every motherfuckin' day of the week And if I have to pull the heat I hope God rest your soul Psychopathic assassins smashin' on all you non believers Group pleasin' dick teasers I don't ever pause for a second I stay heavy I'm from the west where they dip Chevys and stay ready biatch [Verse 4: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] You know I'm low down and dirty and married to the game I was raised on the streets of drive-by's and car jackin's You packin'? Better be covered in Kevlar You don't have a clue about the arsenal I sit on Mossburg spittin', twelve gauge sittin' In my left hand blink and you sinkin' like quick sand Blaze is the name ain't a damn thing change But the the time on the watch, 2012 they say it stops And I'm only getting started no room for half hearted on my team Cavities I clear 'em out like Listerine Your lips blistering, how they react to the slap Swollen up like collagen too much with Carmex I'm an old school fool with a new school style Tried and true and guaranteed to make ya go wild Rick Grimes end times unload the nine The world dies like Gloria Gaynor but I survive [Verse 5: Anybody Killa] I'm just a killa from east, baby, check my stats The only native representin' with these warrior raps Got a heart that bleeds courage and I can't be stopped Yes I'm the cream of the crop, somebody gimme my props This is murder mitten music so I'm killin' them fools Breakin' all of they rules its time to send 'em to school I'm just a painted up freak and I'm not alone The scent of the underground be my hatchet cologne When you see us, bet ya wanna be us If you ain't representin' Psychopathic, then you might as well just be dust Ashes to ashes and laid to rest To all them artists out there who ain't showin' respect Motherfucker, if you willing, try and stop our shine Guarantee you at the end you'll be fallin' behind Here go a hot sixteen of straight tellin' the truth Now rewrite your rap book and lock yourself in the booth, bitch [Verse 6: Monoxide] I'm a bad dream's nightmare And I'm everywhere, like the internet, homie, and you just aggravatin' like spyware I put I knife through eye ware And that'll leave ya blind but still alive so you always know that I'm out there You ain't a monster or a beast You're just another neck that I choke with a [?] leash And I'ma keep growin' like disease in the streets And run rampant with a passion that'll bring you fuckin' leaches to your knees Bitch please, I don't apologize to none, talk shit and dealt with I'll bring the fuckin' sun up out the sky just to light weed and melt shit From a whole different dimension an no intervention can help this We ain't the ones that you mess with 'Cause we can flip it up like a coin, and you're headless Tail between your legs like a bitch as she pregnant Just Psychopathic fam in this bitch on some neck slit next shit [Verse 7: Shaggy 2 Dope] Some folks call me Joey, but most call me Shaggs Fuck skinny jeans, it's 42's in my shoppin' bags And my waist and nothing but a 32 Which leaves plenty of room for my 20 deuce Plus rockin' plain 3X tall T's And that's weighin' in soakin' wet a buck 70 Not to mention the rocks stuffed in my shoe soles But not for skippin', for flippin' to them fiendin' hoes Fuck the Adams, my family be Juggalos And if we was a movie, the Thing'll be my roll 'Cause my hands be doin' things my brains take control Like choking on necks and bangin' random neden holes My Psychopathic homies, we like stealth bombers Doin' damage across the countries undetected by your radars Then one by one, boom, hit ya with nuke Get the underground rowdy, make the surface dwellers puke Suits on the outside but mad tatted skin Are nothing but joker cards, bitch that's our kin Infiltrate from the outside, workin' ways in Happy smiley faces, opposite of terrorism They gave us one thousand ways to die, we chose one We got a thousand ways to get funds See it our way or you best fuckin' run Bet a thousand FBI agents got Juggalo sons 'Bout to follow in they foot steps and be cops So we takin' over, like it or not Two full-on generations, workin' on three Indestructible trunk on this ever-growin' family tree Barely makin' loot on the shit you hear and see Still breakin' new grounds and we twenty years deep Yet we still getting younger, ain't that somethin'? The clowns ripped up a Benjamin Button