Psychopathic Family - Psypher 1 lyrics

[Bootleg] Welcome to the Psypher. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah Snitches love to hear my name over their police scanners I should be dessert b**h I'm nuts and bananas Show somebody f**ing with the hatchet I don't know man If them boys beast what the f** that make me Conan I'm a monster tougher than a Tonka Your boy's sweet f** it call him Willy Wonka Axe to the forehead bats to the cranium Bootleg's an animal there ain't no restraining him Most rappers are p**y I smoke em like a cigarette b**h talking sh** but gettin' beat up by a Juggalette It's about to rain Hatchet House make it flood How the f** is you a k**er when you're really scared of blood Stop playin' b**h before I come to where you live Murder you and all the kids then burn down the crib Who want what with who Ain't no denyin' I'm a lion b**h I'm running zoo Catch me tunin' at the strip club doin' the do Sippin' a brew relaxin' twenty-two on my shoe I succeed y'all fail I win y'all lose I'm up y'all down you red I'm blue I'm a winner you a loser you stop I'm go I'm the answer and all you is is I don't know Why you shootin' at the stars I'm tryna walk on the moon And homie hatin' is a sickness hope you get well soon (whoop whoop) [Violent J] Fatness is my belly and beats and ego Most hated everywhere we go But life's questions the answers we know As sure as titty dancers need blow So say hello to the bad guy We k**ing this sh** you can't lie I be the V-I-O oh no L-E-N-T I'm no ho Shaggy and me so close On MDP photos Out sew your bu*t shut till your guts split Full of sh** I won't be f**ed with My spit is like acid lava Burn through your head ask your papa Battle the clown I'm fast to drop ya A Southwest gangster pa** the chopper You don't remember me in high school cause I wasn't there A loser millionaire How the f** can that be I'll smack your pappy I'm never happy Why the f** you lookin' at me Somebody slap me I'm ridiculous silly Plowin' the world meet Joey and Billy Find me with the Juggalos rollin' a Philly It's 'lo love for life unless a bullet will k** me But I think not on the map like an ink blot And there's you a gay little pink dot So don't hate I'm the sachet contention My hoes alone can have a convention Faygo b**h gas in the engine We deserve something way past dimension [Anybody k**a] Uh fat knocks and pop rocks on my block Bust shots at fake cops like non stop ABK but you can call me k**er Native on the war path ain't no realer Psychopath will leave you in a blood bath Everybody on our dick that's why the world's chapped Middle finger in the air for them haters Because I always kick it with the greatest Hatchets up Old school with the brand new monframe College dorm room bumpin' like a soul train If you ain't down the the fam then you insane Bob your head to this hatchet sh** get brains This ain't nothin' new I'll have your momma shaking titties in her living room When you're daddy's at work I'll be stoppin' through Gettin' all of her attention cause that's how I do Man Detroit's my home the murder myth fits If you f**in' with the club then you better come equipped When you see the Hatchet Man you better represent And I should never ever ever have to say that sh** again [Jamie Madrox] Yo stats to get me steep but real like pocket cash Cause Jamie spits so nice they wanna beat my f**in' a** Welcome to my craft Jenna's a** Head too big to fit your hat So you need a flex fit stay fitted yes I'm fat You stay frontin' yes I'm back annihilate an attack One that's in my pack gets bashed and wigs peeled Put your bumper in your back seat and you through your wind shield You ain't no home run b**h and I'm more than an out field Homie this ain't no hobby of mine And man your woman hands me pencil because I grind True grit and John Wayne is far from the lint Cause I rather save the bullets and light you up with the spit Know what I mean no coffee I'm all about the cream I serve them like Ice Cube and do 'em No Vaseline Thinkin' they better than me and I tell them maybe in dreams Cause one line of mine better than they sixteen You're f**in' with a creep that'll k** you off in your sleep Like Elm St. and Freddy Krueger was an MC No peace [Outro - Everyone] No peace! No peace! No peace! Whoop whoop! No peace!