Roc Marciano - Pysch Ward lyrics

[Intro - The Alchemist] Roc Marci... The Alchemist... Oh No... [Verse 1 - Oh No] Ayo I'm on heavy medication 'til the room's spinning Feels like I'm being escorted by some naked women Each one pulling my arm Who wanna make it happen? They say the flow is retarded Give them a straight jacket A dark hallway, little room with the wall padded Automatic lock on the door That cause some more panic But I'm more savage More like K beast on ravage Ain't nobody safe in this known planet This is the first step to your [?] The season of the sickness I hung 'em like a brother lynching You ain't got enough heart to satisfy my hunger Not enough bath salt to survive this up and coming summer Cop body camera routed in the corner mounted [?] smack your faces like a quarter pounder All I need is at least four quarter ramps Daily [?] You can find me on the corner bouncing [Verse 2 - The Alchemist] Pimping out of retard jacket and hope fashion Smoke a stick of the sherm, burn it and go grab it Locate your coordinates then I boat map it Locate the foot on the track then I toe tag it Your weaponry's for show it only blows confetti I'm crazier than blood crust on the machete Work out wit the iron and leave the metal sweaty Bullet twist out the pistol sound like a kettle's ready I'll tip over your tea pot Clicking like Doug E. Fresh with a beat box Got 'em in like a restock Chop down rock and pump reebok Push off your likkle soldier Lick off and catch a speed knot Plastic man with a cannon Know how to stretch a b**h Blow the bazooka let it pich, fillet the escovitch [?] on the neck display the excellence Fix your head or get force fed this medicine [Verse 3 - Roc Marciano] Enough said, old Kangol duck head Touch bread, jump it off in Buckhead Smoke bus head f** your buzzard on a plush bed Protect your nest egg Rock a [?] on the bed spread Late night caress legs Up in the DoubleTree, with sully t My young b, p**y [?] like a muscle tee Shuffle, from out the truck let off a couple Respect me like a uncle, open you like a sun roof Raise the bar, each bar leave a razor scar Praise Allah, hold the K like a guitar My car's up to par My Audemar's blacker than tar That's bizarre, the pad that's a path mark Man handled, my hairs is the English Channel On cool nights sport the flannel Turn weight like a door handle My pen flare that's a Roman candle Keep toast f** a bow and arrow Lord, load the work in the mini van With the semi in hand With the Mac-10 indian dance As the Pyrex gla** boil Smoke the weed laced with hash oil Wrap the crack up in the foil G status, keep cabbage, free the parrots Feed you to the maggots with no baggage Smooth operator, pop the eight and left a crater And stepped off later in the gator It get's greater...