A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew

If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you

It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass

Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas



Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker

Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker

Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead

Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head



I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die

Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye

I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun

Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue



Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic

Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic



Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...

Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo

Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her

Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer



Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg

Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head

No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe

Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco



[Chorus and Break:]

You'll bleed from your head to your toe

That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)



A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead

Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head

Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'

Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn



I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six

Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix

Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect

Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest



Yeah



You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft

That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth

To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up

After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!



Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook

Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"



I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot

A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?

I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat

Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet



You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss

Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"

A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste

Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face



Marriage -

Me and yo' mama getting married soon...

After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon



[Chorus and Break:]

You'll bleed from your head to your toe

That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)



This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.

A damn red alert

Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt

I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy

You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy



Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite

12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat

Growin' and showin', steady

You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with



See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"

Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom

Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight

Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week



Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?

Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid



Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy

Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy

Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad

Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag



Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches

Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches

I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone

South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones



I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat

Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet



[Chorus and Break:]

You'll bleed from your head to your toe

That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)

(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')

(...ain't playin with y'all...)