T-Rock - Psycho lyrics

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T-Rock - Psycho lyrics

[Hook] 2x Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) (Ridin around wit ducktape) [Verse 1: Lil Jack] Mane how you gon hang around wit with k**ers Make f** around and drop you in the river Hope you can swim wit your head gone n***a! Blowed out brains on your headstone n***a! Run off in his crib, not you get gone n***a! n***a blooded, then I pull off the crime scene mugging Old people scared yelling they'an seen nothing Got ah couple young n***as jumping out bussing Yeah I'ma k** 'em, n***a, f** 'em! Use to wear the mask, now I get'em naked face Ain't trying to hide I'ma k** 'em anyway Manson for life, got the chopper wit the light I'ma run up on'em slipping It's gon be your last night Steel take his head off Sawed off and the Glock Send the shot from front Lock his a** in the trunk Little J to A to the k**a b*tch! All I hang around is k**a, k**as, b*tch! Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia Merciless, me and Merciles riding shirtless Burn his house down, n***a black suit hearse sh** You gon get hurt b**h, shoot off in the church b**h f**ing wit a k**er, everybody getting murked shiittt...., Do ya really wanna die, shoot him in his face Knock the noodles out his eyeees.... [Hook] 2x Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) (Ridin around wit ducktape) [Verse 2: T-Rock] n***as be thinking they competition I eat up the opposition like a steak plate I'm a murderous mission Make the enemies retreat or submission I got a feeling, n***a straight faith n***a say they reliable But in actuality, they but be liable to k**ed with a straight face n***a eyes become wide, erase a n***a like a rewritable compact, n***a straight lace (aww sh**) This is the penalty of opposing a energy of a n***a full of Hennessy Buck at the enemy, if they took of hint of me You witnessing a n***a dying of plague like a Kennedy n***a witness supremacy Me and my k**as, will beat a muthaf**a way beyond identity See we got sinister mobs And I got people who will finish the job And you nothing but a memory We can shoot out with 9 Glocks Or we can throws bows I punch a n***a quicker than time clock When in middle of a battle my mind stops I co*k back and leave the enemy off in a pine box Got the murder music bumpin your stereo n***a hear the material and they that its superior Ain't no other n***a bumpin like this Crunk as b**h Spreading the bullets like they venereal.... disease You don't wanna f** wit my G's We'll do n***a wit ease Then smoke on some weed Leave your loves ones with reeves Cus they couldn't believe We coming like a militia Murdering n***as with cheese I got anna on da mind If you wondering if Im gonna take care the business You ain't even gotta ask me See I'm connected to a mob of n***as Who do the job for little or nothing Better yet... [Hook] 2x Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case (Ridin around wit ducktape) (Ridin around wit ducktape) [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] I'mma drill 'em with a deadly dose of venom Put the fangs up in 'em Put his face up on the ceiling When the milli get the ripping n***as bodies get the tipping When I hit 'em wit the 20 gauge he permenentaly limping Did I mention That I'm sniffing on some coke so I'm like tripping? Slipping on the Isotoners, going on a mission Can't forget to get the other damn tools out the kitchen Packing ammunition, goin' on a expedition When I catch a n***a slipping I'mma smack him wit the pimpin' Taking everything and even got a n***a stripping b**h n***a may have some dope that's hidden b**h strip too, don't make me have to pin him Infamous The Scarecrow, nothing you prepared for Don't you turn around, b**h you better be careful Sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a n***a That's psychopathic ratchet on a whole another level Kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel guage n***a try to run catch some buckshot spray Get found laying on the ground, brain decayed This sh** can happen quick or it can go another way Your guts splattered mane, all over the place I suggest you go along and cooperate 'Fore you end you end up in a f**ing body bag to d**h .50 Cal round through ya vest and the trauma plate

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