Psycho Rhymes

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody sing along, bitch.) (STOP THE MUSIC!) We are the world We are the dealers We are the ones that sell crack cocaine So let's start sellin There's a fiend in every hood Dumb fiends that bring they pipes It's truly nigga betta then That's why we dealin'