Psycho

I'm on the lookout for the money plata, mulah Yep, dem benji's, not them single tens and twenties I keep it cheap though not spending a penny On unnecessary things, but covering up traces So where the money at the basement or the attic Quickly tell me befo' before I'm going all psychotic Leaving bodies all over ya house, including ya spouse Throat cut bruises they gone find ya tied down I'd rather do it nice and easy unless you leave me no choice I might choose to cut you up in pieces I got my reasons to be doing what I'm doing, don't believe me? Test me, and I'll come over to prove it Yeah sure it's alcohol that keeps on pushin' me further, further Towards my next mu'murder But the decesion and the blood is still on my gloves Although I'm drunk and fuckedup on drugs Just so scared of myself, that I try to scare others Voices in my head told me "not to be bothered" But same motherf***ers command to get your mother, father slaughtered You better start runnin', before I start huntin' I'm havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it's dark I feel the need to spill some blood every f***ing bar That's how I used to be, it's just the way I am I was messed up not givin' f***s prior to rappin' fam I'm havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it's dark I feel the need to spill some blood every f***ing bar That's how I used to be, it's just the way I am I was messed up not givin' f***s prior to rappin' fam I'm a motherf***a' goin' brakka brakka Lootin' plata, bustin' rattas who are try'na f*** me over There's nothin sweet as revenge except the stench Of branches with snitches, danglin' from it like ornaments The chronic got me psychotic, killing men or holding 'em As hostages, is a pleasure when I'm zoning in Spittin' my lyrics ill, drillin' it into your skull with skill Blood spills as every f***ing word kills Drive by as I'm holdin the wheel, show you how it feel' When the lead is lead through your head Fed through your mouth and there you lay dead So with that said, I demand respect Or expect to get wrecked as I pull up to your doorstep Ready set, go right, I go left Grab the tec quick surround is bed spread Don't break his neck make him beg for it to end Don't want him alive, just people to recognize With they own eyes, not to f*ck with my enterprise They gon' die, while I'm flying, I rise Fuckedup high and Fuckedup in my mind I'm havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it's dark I feel the need to spill some blood every f***ing bar That's how I used to be, it's just the way I am I was messed up not givin' f***s prior to rappin' fam I'm havin wicked thoughts, wakin up when it's dark I feel the need to spill some blood every f***ing bar That's how I used to be, it's just the way I am I was messed up not givin' f***s prior to rappin' fam