I spit hot fire burn ya til' you just skull and bones
Take a microphone and play ya ribs like a xylophone
I used to be a sicko until i made the I long
Now I'm a psycho who cuts himself to my songs
I lick the knife clean now all the blood is gone
Don't you hear my cries for help is this mic on
You ever preheat your oven to like 500 degrees
Put you neighbor's kitty cat in it just to hear him scream
Well I did...sike I'm lying it was a human being
No animals were harmed when I went on my k**ing spree
Just stupid mother f**ers who think I'm not nuts
No I don't need a weapon to beat your a** up
And beat your a** down and kick while you're down
And keep stomping until you don't make another sound
I'll cover your body in lighter fluid then put a lighter to it
I'm a pyromaniac....I like to do it
You gotta be a little off to like my music
Padded walls straight jacket psycho music
This sh** is hot man you should bang ya head to it
Better yet there's a wall you should bang ya f**ing head into it
Bang it real hard...till you leak fluid
What you don't like blood well I'm used to it
Dead bodies bloody knife equals psycho k**er
Syko beats plus Scooby The Gambler equals Cypher k**er