Intro 



Straight from the Psycho Ward 

Once again 



Verse One: B-Real 



Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal 

Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner 

In the combat, the banana leaf control 

A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold 

You going crazy, can't understand 

Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan! 

Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission 

You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near! 

Sick-o! 

Strumming through the hall, yes y'all! 

Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A 

They all wanna raid my spot and take hits 

But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits 

Insane, crazy in the head it's lead! 

I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said! 

Actions allowing the words to barrage in 

From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell 

You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost 

You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost? 



Chorus 



Looney, lunatic turned sick 

Psycho, crazy in the head, I go 

Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break 

You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state! 



Verse Two: Jacken 



For those who really don't understand 

Why we, going insane, just acting crazy! 

Buggin' now from, all the things I see 

All tread bad and I meant in 3D 

We be the psycho doers, turned killers 

Only to survive all these street cop killers 

I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting 

Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting 

It ain't no thing but mad 

You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath 

Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober 

When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra! 

The only reason why I say this 

Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping 

One can only maintain, for so long 

'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn 

Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless 

Only known from crazy acts, making you famous 



Verse Three: B-Real 



I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel 

When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill! 

If the criminal element, unfolding 

But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit 

Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live 

If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface 

Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'! 

I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin' 

We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout 

Talk about, my mental state 

Think I need to rehabilitate 

Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait 

But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate! 

Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on 

The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon! 

Psycho assassins smashing your membrane 

Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein! 



Chorus X2