Tech N9ne - What's Yo Psycho? lyrics

[Intro: IcyRoc Kravyn] Born in the basement of B'zle Brought to life by IcyRoc and Tech N9ne The many faces of madness I bring to you, the NNUTTHOWZE! [Hook x2: Tech N9ne] NNUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch Sick sh** is our business Fly high by the night so (muthaf**a) Let me know What's yo psycho? [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] My psychosis is I can't keep focus Without doses of beautiful hostess Is oh sh** so thick roasted I dosed it I'm so sick with it Ladies is supposed to get, get it Below the clit I liked it I rolls to wicked ya dig it By designa I'm the kind ta Climb behind her Fine dime to slime her Wine and dine thine Is minor When it's time to grind her Blind with signs I'm gonna find a vagina Mouth bowls you came to brown hoes The town hoes you chose the grown poles wicked wicked sounds vulgar Knows the lows blows The clothes is all over her clothes but told ya I'm sick for s**poser Ain't no secret I really love to eat it That quick spits And jumps up to my back when they release it Sometime I just wish I could just cut it out and keep it That 6688846993 sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Sloberin at the mouth I love my teeth I chew that meat up I really don't give a f** I do that heat 'um up while leak up Slices of N I N E, S T R A N G E Get off tonight yo hit the night though Heat when I hear a ATB Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut She never got away rip gut Creepin behind me you'll find a? I ain't lyin' Cut off the head and I hide it Devide the body up I'm probably the sickest n***a in rhymin' Sychie might be When I give my 9 milli a tight squeeze Ain't nobody like me My mind be runnin' off light speed Like me, to get um off they Nike's Infered, sight beem Went out the back with a slight mean Gettin' off like the S.W.A.T. team f**in' um up like I'm cuttin' um up with a knife seem I'm breakin' off rappers I'm sight seeing I just love to eat human beeings You could see um f**in' a b**h with razor blade, hand grenades I'm a be makin' that red lemonade... GRRRRR! [Hook] [Verse 3: Sundae] You right though Ain't no sickness without a psycho Ask me what's my psycho You could eat it on my psycho You could beat it like you Micheal I want my cut like lypo Feel cheated on like? By Tiger and them white hoes I'm sickning, lick me Doggy style might pick me I'm pissy If you can not dick me till I'm sh**ing I'm ticking Like a time clock on a trick beam I get seen on a 50 inch flat HD My p**y yeah you hick-ups You thirsty won't you lick up I'm a nutty little b**h huh? You love me cause I'm NNUTTHOWZE Go nutty on a b**h, why FAA? I cash chips like a casino My whips are europeano Got his lips like El Nino Like I'm carrie you'll get peed on *Kisss kisss* NUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch I'm a go, go, go getter might go Where sickness is my business [Hook]