Detroit Psycho

[Intro]

-Fist

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Derty Harry

Cyzer, [?], Proof, Iron Fist, I.F

[Verse 1]

You gon' need two of them and them is a crew of ten

A little Juice N' Gin and Harry will do 'em in

In the mood to sin, at once was at Christ

A predator that ain't scared of Laura and she'll hump for life

Punch my wife and fight my baby mama

Blood reeks from club beef, my daily drama

Get locked with 29 thugs and drop 30 bails

Despite the camera lights still keeping dirty nails

I got beef but no naming names

Destroy your whole life like Affleck in Changing Lanes

Remain the same, fuck the fame and blast mags

Wasn't no war, Bush sent Proof to Baghdad

The last laugh is I.F., your homies roar

Any trauma, spit my direction is a holy war

The only cold, righteous, soldier to bеat 'em down

You can keep hating but Proof gon' be around

[Chorus]

Journey into thе mind of a microphone killer

Flame spitter, mentalities much realer

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a microphone killer

Flame spitter, mentalities much realer

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend

[Verse 2]

Since the tower of the brewsters, a pound with (PROOF) the Proofster

I'll make you recognise "THIS HERE'S A MAN BUDDHA"

Trooper, like the soldiers of the great Koopa

Off Anpecs, I'm anthrax that ate through ya

I came to admit I'm ain't the king of the Mit'

Although from 8 mile to Joy they singing my shit

Sting with the spit and start raining dogs

Got more skills than R. Kelly got training bras

In the burbs they know me, in the streets they think so

I'm tryna bust a rhyme and not be like Dingo

Spudd and Big Willy I love you silly

I must be too grimy and E-Dub is pretty

I miss the thug and Biggie and the rest got weak flows

Ja Rule copy so much that he must own Kinkos

Y'all gon' expire when my toast fire

Me and Miss Cleo gon' bring you back as ghostwriters

[Chorus]

Journey into the mind of a microphone killer

Flame spitter, mentalities much realer

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a microphone killer

Flame spitter, mentalities much realer

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

Hit the stage for a mic I'll fiend

[Outro]

'Cause ain't nobody just like P (PROOF)

Derty Harry

Dropping grenade pins on you motherfuckers

Microphone killer!