Cold Blood - Psycho lyrics

Hook: Just a laid back kid in the norm But when I step on the stage to perform And when I go to the microphone I k** it (stabbing noise) Cuz I ain't nothing but a psycho Verse 1 (Wasabi): Happy Halloween! Rest in pieces trick or treaters Am I a psycho? Cuz rapping is making me loco Feeling in anguish Carving a banquet but can't write lyrics without starving myself Putting myself in physical torture but I guess that's why my songs have horror emotion It's a borderline disorder but the result of devotion Opening potential for words to be spoken in locomotion Composing a Mozart woven from a loco growing inside me And when I step in the high beam the hazard of choking threatens to hide me I scream but I can't go in hiding, my loco mind guides me Now I'm melting microphones instead of cones of ice cream Inserting the cold blood in my lyrics, that's the ice gene Caught in between careening and remedying Up and out of control but the words are coming from the soul I'm a precious gem my discovery is better than finding gum in a knothole I'm a psycho Hook Verse 2 (Wasabi): They think I'm crazy for rapping from the suburbs And they're right! I'm a crazy psychotic k**er! I just got a fetish for k**ing mics and chopping them up into a thousand pieces And when I'm done I dip them in the blood and eat it, cuz I'm psycho! The images I spit are gory straight from hell But their spitting images from the stories I tell What's that pungent smell? Oh it's just the corpse of another microphone shell When little children see that glint in my eyes It's a hint, take the sign, it's time to hide in the shadows and shrink in size Then they run inside to their mommas yelling “Wasabi's hungry” Honestly rap is a little bit too much of an outlet Making a mild boy into a wild boy Cuz when I go off I go hard, handful to guard Coming at you full speed, I might take it too far Changing directions at supersonic A weakness and I'm on it This is why it may be too much, did I say too much? Went from a quiet boy to a wild person, a tarzan, Einstein's mind can be a burden The barman and the fireman are coming together to put out mixes About him pulling a Sherman Saying thing to people's faces to hurt them When normally I wouldn't even say it to them in person, even if it wasn't about them I'm not gonna put down the pen, but I promise not to cross the line I'm not tryna hurt you when I rhyme Rapping just brings out the little demon inside, that normally hides It puts a devilish glow in my eyes That make me realize, I'm psycho Hook Happy f**ing halloween!!!