The Psypher Part 2

Psychopathic Records & Shaggy 2 Dope & Boondox & Monoxide & Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Shoestring - Rap
The Psypher Part 2
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Lyrics
[Verse 1: Shoestring] Psypher two. What it do? Nigga this Psychopathic shit. Bitch Now you can fake it like a actress, living on a mattress Lying like a motherfuckin' bitch cause you a Baptist Rollin' in the Honda should've called you Rhonda Braggin' about your bitches you with niggas in the sauna Dippin' in your sandals grippin' on they handles Chewin' on you nigga you be sweeter than some candles I'm being like I can be, haters they can't stand me I tell them bitches they fake then they represent the family You stinkin' like you Stanley swearing you was manly But now you just some niggas in they mouth like they some candy If you ain't Psychopathic you can get your ass kicked Found like a bloody pad bleeding in the basket [Verse 2: Monoxide] I like to murder a bunch call them groupies Record it all my home movies Afraid of Paul you barely knew me Better make the call This motherfucker's coming back for all of y'all Like a chainsaw buzzin' all wide eyed lookin' like an 8ball junky Got the rest in the ride if the cops feel lucky Enough ammo to take out a small country Head of the dragon, Ricky Steamboat When I used to love me a little channel 50 wrestling Stop hassling buddy, but it's nothin' Get ya nutty and put a couple holes up in your Caddi There ain't nobody that can do it the way that we've been doin' it Like a temple you're losin' it To the crew with the underground influence And it's proven to movin' units And there's nothin' more you can do it to it than just to prove of it [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope] "Hold on, let me get in this bitch. Let me get in this bitch. We're gonna do it like this." Jump in the booth grab the mic and I spit Get psypher on that ass, my shit's ridiculous My middle name is William, some hoes call me Willy Now really don't be silly but it's one place that I really be Psychopathic holdin' up my hatchet Perpetrators try but they fail to try to match it Fallin' short you like a midget with no legs Reaching for the stars, fell in bullshit instead I guarantee your daddy is hatin' my guts Put my penis in your sister down to my nuts And if she wasn't, now she a Juggalette Just the sound of my voice gets her neden wet The realm of the wickedness that's where my fans stay We keep it that way forever and a day I kill your career just by bustin' one verse So what you a star I'm a motherfuckin' universe-verse-verse Yeah. Who next? Bring it [Verse 4: Boondox] It's like this run up put my foot in your ass With this country motherfucker you ain't catchin' no pass I just blast and ask questions later And empty both barrels in your Navigator And call your girl up and tell her see you later And make that pussy steam up like a baked potata With hustle in my heart and murder in my blood My first name dirty and my last name mud I wouldn't change a thing even if I could Raised up in the woods but I'm still fuckin' hood I put the microphone in a rear-naked choke If you bet against this monster and your ass'll leave broke I might step up in the booth and put an end to your world I might climb up in the sheets and put it deep in your girl 'Cause I'm ruthless, and it's the only way I do this Southern Psychopathic up on psypher number two, bitch [Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope] Big Blaze in the motherfuckin' haugh [Verse 5: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] I leave sucker ass bitches with stitches face down in ditches Stop running this and recognize it's strictly business You can't change past up you can't test fate And still I ride and die with the people that you hate They only Jim Joyce safe and I'm caviar to play With the Louisville slugger and I'm quick to smash a face I relate to the serial killers gangsters and zombies Diggin' up some dead bodies to make an army Blasts that spray all over like a 12 gauge Known to combust into dust then vanish into space Take shots at close range I'm impervious to pain Stay dirty unchanged and I still won't feign With my fingers on the trigger then I squeeze that shit Can't afford a blunt I put the light to it Check the 40 ounce I said my name's on that bitch He said his name on that bitch I said my name on that bitch [Outro: Shaggy 2 Dope] Psycho-mutherfuckin-pathic in this bitch! Psypher 2 motherfuckers! Don't try to fuck with it. See what you can do, you [?] bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- DJ Clay
- Boondox
- Blaze Ya Dead Homie
- Monoxide
- Shoestring
- Shaggy 2 Dope