Master P

Master P - Psycho Rhymes songtekst

Je score:

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker



(Yo man lets do this shit right, man.  If everybody plays right, then put yo

right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut.  Now everybody

sing along, bitch.)



(STOP THE MUSIC!)



We are the world

We are the dealers

We are the ones that sell crack cocaine

So let's start sellin'



There's a fiend in every hood

Dumb fiends that bring they pipes

It's truly nigga betta then

That's why we dealin'



(C'mon everybody)



We are the world

We are the dealers

We are the ones that sell crack cocaine

So let's start sellin'



(Talking muffled by loud beats)



Check this out fool

I'm at this party

These two bitches lookin' hella pretty

I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' T

I say "Your hole there - it's about to explode"

I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes

In other words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket



See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top it

I talk to the bitch ... before I kill 'em

I'm like a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla'

I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches off

And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf

And break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner



Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna

I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go

You untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes



For a dead bitch - ya give some good head

Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red

I left it in you

I see you face - ya about ta cry

But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...

Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak

That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat



In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled

See I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real



Yo man, whacha think about that

(Man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real)



Oh, aight, check this out



It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfucker 

Ya know what I'm sayin'

I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit

But see, I'm back

Ya know what I'm sayin'

I'm about to get paid

And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me

There's gonna be a bloody murda



Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music
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