money, now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???, gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up, an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you
t catch you and find you a graveyard I spent my money on a casket and some fat-ass buds I'm a psycho thug, fuck ya iced-out mug I slip ya girl a little
a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho
your mouth.. [Verse 1 - Capo] In the midst in the darkest nights Sparkin off the highest flights And project buildings blastin civilians But skull-white from cycles of the psycho
[ 60 Second Assassin ] I traveled so far Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar New era, bust em like reign terror So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and
deffer Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest Hardcore
put his fists up, I put em on his eye He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the dome I busted out the _ and took his girlie home Bong tokin' alcoholics
you sprung With the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go In my pocket, grabbin' on my pistol But I won't pull it out 'til it's time to spit Make the girls
It never really mattered too much me Cause I was just too damn old to m.c All that really mattered is if your rhymes was ill Girl, that's all that really
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wait, it's never too late No fear I'm here and everything is straight Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no psycho The monkey
[ 60 second assassin ] I traveled so far Im chewin niggas lyrics for a mars bar New era, bust em like reign terror So highly mecca nas a nigga died and
, you're wack Check it one two, you don't wanna step to Crazy psycho patient from the Bronx, comin' at you I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex Bust
don't give a fuck) Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga) And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world) Do what you like, do what you like Do what you like Bust
in your mouth.. [Verse 1 - Capo] In the mist in the darkest nights Sparkin off the highest flights And project buildings blastin civilians But skull-white from cycles of the psycho
sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherfucker, psychopathic [theme from "Halloween"] Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho
shit yet Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off Like a handgun It's goin' down now Grab your girl hops No excuses when the bodies
the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust