The Psypher Part 1

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bootleg] Welcome to the Psypher. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah Snitches love to hear my name over their police scanners I should be dessert 'cause bitch I'm nuts and bananas Show somebody fucking with the Hatchet I don't know man If them boys beast what the fuck that make me Conan I'm a monster tougher than a Tonka Your boy's sweet fuck it call him Willy Wonka Axe to the forehead bats to the cranium Bootleg's an animal there ain't no restraining him Most rappers are pussy I smoke 'em like a cigarette Bitch talking shit but gettin' beat up by a Juggalette It's about to rain Hatchet House make it flood How the fuck is you a killer when you're really scared of blood? Stop playin' bitch before I come to where you live Murder you and all the kids then burn down the crib Who or want what with who? Ain't no denyin' I'm a lion bitch I'm running zoo Catch me tunin' at the strip club doin' the do Sippin' a brew relaxin' twenty-two on my shoe I succeed y'all fail I win y'all lose I'm up y'all down you red I'm blue I'm a winner you a loser you stop I'm go I'm the answer and all you is is I don't know Why you shootin' at the stars I'm tryna walk on the moon And homie hatin' is a sickness hope you get well soon (Whoop whoop) [Verse 2: Violent J] Fatness is my belly and beats and ego Most hated everywhere we go But life's questions the answers we know As sure as titty dancers need blow So say hello to the bad guy We killing this shit you can't lie I be the V-I-O oh no L-E-N-T I'm no ho Shaggy and me so close On MDP full dose I'll sew your butt shut until your guts split Full of shit, I won't be fucked with My spit is like acid lava Burn through your head, ask your papa Battle the clown, I'm fast to drop ya A Southwest gangster, pass the chopper You don't remember me in high school, 'cause I wasn't there A loser millionaire How the fuck can that be? I'll smack your pappy I'm never happy, why the fuck you lookin' at me? Somebody slap me, I'm ridiculous silly Clownin' the world, meet Joey and Billy Find me with the Juggalos rollin' a Philly It's 'lo love for life unless a bullet will kill me But I think not on the map like an ink blot And there's you, a gay little pink dot So don't hate I'm this hatchet contention My hoes alone could have a convention Faygo bitch, gas in the engine We deserve something way past a mention, yeah [Verse 3: Anybody Killa] Uh fat knots and pop rocks on my block Bust shots at fake cops like non stop ABK but you can call me Killer Native on the war path ain't no realer Psychopath will leave you in a blood bath Everybody on our dick that's why the world's chapped Middle finger in the air for them haters Because I always kick it with the greatest, Hatchets up Old school with the brand new mind frame College dorm room bumpin' like it's Soul Train If you ain't down the the fam then you insane Bob your head to this hatchet shit get brains This ain't nothin' new I'll have your mama shaking titties in her living room When you're daddy's at work I'll be stoppin' through Getting all of her attention cause that's how I do Man, Detroit's my home, the Murder Mitt fits If you fuckin' with the club then you better come equipped When you see the Hatchet Man you better represent And I should never ever ever have to say that shit again [Verse 4: Jamie Madrox] Yo, [stats to get me?], keep it real like pocket cash 'Cause Jamie spits so nice they wanna beat my fuckin' ass Welcome to my craft Jenna's ass, head too big to fit your hat So you need a Flexfit stay fitted yes I'm fat You stay frontin' yes I'm back annihilate an attack [One that's?] in my path get bashed and wigs peeled Put your bumper in your back seat and you through your windshield You ain't no home run bitch and I'm more than an out field Homie this ain't no hobby of mine And man your woman hands up, call me pestle because I grind True grit and John Wayne is far from the lint 'Cause I'd rather save the bullets and wet you up with the spit Know what I mean no coffee I'm all about the cream I serve them like Ice Cube and do 'em No Vaseline Thinkin' they better than me and I tell them maybe in dreams 'Cause one line of mine better than they sixteen 'Cause you're fuckin' with a creep that'll kill you off in your sleep Like Elm St. and Freddy Krueger was an MC No peace [Outro] No peace! No peace! No peace! Whoop whoop! No peace!