Psycho

[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid]

Bar Exam!

BE3!

Whoo Kid!

Royce the five-nine!

[Verse]

Yeah, I call my cannon "poppa"

I'm the shit, smell me? You can't mask it

This not the phantom of the opera

The cannibal of rap, knock you out on camera

Turn around and play it back on When Animals Attack

I'm a psycho like no other I am out my shit

The bitch picked up my shot and drank it so I fuckin' shot the bitch

I'm controllin' lots of shit

I can go from rock 'n' roll to opposite

Hip-hop and shit, never miss like Stojaković

Pop up on you, pop you quick, run your pockets, pocket it

Killin' what I'm not feelin', trigger's strung like a violin

Consignment, tell the buyer, "welcome to my environment"

I'm violent, my rhyme's on fire like dyin' firemen

Thirty-two year-old pioneer

Who'll leave you lyin' if you usin' iron

Where you niggas pink, I am rare

Where they're servin' up the drinks, I am there

Take the cops to water, S.W.A.T. the shore up

Like somebody saw a fly in it

Any thing movin', I want in

Unless it's the skinny-jean movement, I want out

I don't need nobody else to ride for me, I roll out

Before I shoot you say "'member me?" You wasn't forgot about

I got a pocket full of stones

My niggas'll be on your head

For some money to stay in the prostitutin' zone

I will let the bully off

Beef with me is like a lock connected to a bra

You be naked, can't pull it off

Imagine murderin' your record company for merging with

Who gave you a deal cause you ain't deserve it

I'm not a rapist, bitch, I'm just a pervert

Crazy dude with a dick full of baby food, now switch to Gerber

Lyrics is murder. Get it and put your gun away

I whip a "Pacquiao" when it's Spring, sell it through the Summer

You can call me Money May, your money funny, run away

Take the K off a fake, leave a nigga Dunaway

Get it? I go ballistic on your spirit

That chopper look like somebody put some scissors to your fitted

I've been wit' this from the beginnin'

If you visual picture me killin' witnesses

If I'm the defendent, I was offended

I rap a lot but I'm not independent

Drink alcohol a lot, knowin' my only real problem is spendin'

The metaphors and them similes is career endin'

Your melon's soar to infinite's what I intended

Don't get in trouble, you get me pissed and my fist'll hit ya

You hearin' birds and seein' doubles like picture picture

You hearin' doubles you heard me say I was sicker sicker

I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers

Your bitch sucked my johnny two times

Polished me like a hella shoe-shine

Get your shine box, Ryan got a goodfella coupon

I fit the description of a killer wit' a ridiculous dick

Why is your bitch so mentally into me? Shit!

But she can miss me with the sensitive, intimate shit

All I do is poke holes like I be fencin' with chicks

Picture black attitude

Before I meet you I'm naturally mad at you

You have to be that into gratitude

If you like livin' life then kiss my ass and you cool

I'm hot like your gun'll be after you pass me the tool

Don't have to be rappin' at your talent show at your school

To have the full capacity of my faculty clappin' at you

We'll actually get your rap group a casket or two

Never did a movie cause I'm too busy actin' a fool!