The Psycho Realm - Showdown lyrics

Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix Clowns and infinite showdowns Battle grounds all break down, worlds upside down Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get down With our own gangster sound Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow With shanks of venom metal Rattle f**in' snakes, Im as high as the stakes Quarter ounce of weed to the head, no breaks, homes wait Street wars we get in them Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic In the streets, the dramatic battles increase We see more wars, less peace, were even fighting police Resulting, theyre our biggest enemies Lifestyles of the criminal be wild You wanna see more action, hold up, wait awhile Fist crash, giants clash Putting on the face of the devil mask, doing brain bash Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Watch out, look out, look out, watch out For the showdown, you better slow down Give me fifty feet or better Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta The lead comin' to wetcha Spread your body parts all over the continent Im a dominant mothaf**a, but youre the opposite Turn around, put your hands on the side Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun? The outcome, youre just another one soul Flyin' into the heavens, hit by the 5 7 Ass end scraping, illuminating the whole block They all flock in anticipation Youre getting rolled by the dayton Now I see your hand shaking You walked out of this situation Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Images of war weapons, the psycho presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where youre steppin' Deadly grounds the home of all showdowns Come into my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums It aint one on one no more, it's gun on gun Bullets take the place of fists, so whats the outcome Crazy wars, severe scars, if youre just like me Youre defending whats yours, taking no loss Were heavy duty like tanks This is my two chrome shanks Criminal styles point blank You think my music is crazy like Tony Montana Fumando marijuana con Santana tomorrow I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemys sorrow I rock the block with the music maniac Tied back locos seekin' that warpath Why dont punks be legit, they'll all bring havoc in their head A psycho will shoot some dead Thats the fundamental to a f**ed up mental Now you got a gun, your lifes a psycho realm My strategy, a**ault battery Runnin' through your neighborhood in cliques of three Smokin' in the battlegrounds on wild streets And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down