Psycho

[Hook] 2x
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
(Ridin around wit ducktape)

[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
Mane how you gon hang around wit with killers
Make fuck around and drop you in the river
Hope you can swim wit your head gone nigga!
Blowed out brains on your headstone nigga!
Run off in his crib, not you get gone nigga!
Nigga blooded, then I pull off the crime scene mugging
Old people scared yelling they'an seen nothing
Got ah couple young niggas jumping out bussing
Yeah I'ma kill 'em, nigga, Fuck 'em!
Use to wear the mask, now I get'em naked face
Ain't trying to hide I'ma kill 'em anyway
Manson for life, got the chopper wit the light
I'ma run up on'em slipping
It's gon be your last night
Steel take his head off
Sawed off and the Glock
Single shot from front
Lock his ass in the trunk
Little J to the A to the Killa BITCH!
All I hang around is killa, killas, BITCH!
Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner
From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia
Merciless, me and Merciles riding shirtless
Burn his house down, nigga black suit hearse shit
You gon get hurt bitch, shoot off in the church bitch
Fucking wit a killer, everybody getting murked shiittt....
Do ya really wanna die? Shoot him in his face
Knock the noodles out his eyeees....

[Hook] 2x
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
(Ridin around wit ducktape)

[Verse 2: T-Rock]
Niggas be thinking they competition
I eat up the opposition like a steak plate
I'm a murderous mission
Make the enemies retreat or submission
I got a feeling, nigga straight faith
Nigga say they reliable
But in actuality, they but be liable to killed with a straight face
Nigga eyes become wide, erase a nigga like a rewritable compact, nigga straight lace (aww shit)
This is the penalty of opposing a energy
Of a nigga full of Hennessy
Buck at the enemy, if they took of hint of me
You witnessing a nigga dying of plague like a Kennedy
Nigga witness supremacy
Me and my killas, will beat a muthafucka way beyond identity
See we got sinister mobs
And I got people who will finish the job
And you nothing but a memory
We can shoot out with 9 Glocks
Or we can throws bows
I punch a nigga quicker than time clock
When in middle of a battle my mind stops
I cock back and leave the enemy off in a pine box
Got the murder music bumpin your stereo
Nigga hear the material and they that its superior
Ain't no other nigga bumpin like this
Crunk as bitch
Spreading the bullets like they venereal.... disease
You don't wanna fuck wit my G's
We'll do nigga wit ease
Then smoke on some weed
Leave your loves ones with reeves
Cus they couldn't believe
We coming like a militia
Murdering niggas with cheese
I got anna on da mind
If you wondering if Im gonna take care the business
You ain't even gotta ask me
See I'm connected to a mob of niggas
Who do the job for little or nothing
Better yet...

[Hook] 2x
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
(Ridin around wit ducktape)

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
I'mma drill 'em with a deadly dose of venom
Put they brains up on the spinning fan they placed up on the ceiling
When the milli get the rippin' nigga body get the tippin'
When I hit them with the .20 gauge he permanentally limpin'
Did I mention that I'm sniffin on some coke, I'm numb and trippin'
Slippin' on the isotoner, goin' on a mission
Can't forget to get the other damn tools out the kitchen
Packin' ammunition, goin' on a expedition
When I catch a nigga slippin' I'ma smack him with the pimpin'
Taking everything, I even got a nigga strippin'
Bitch nigga may have some dope thats hidden
Bitch strip too, don't make me have to pin him
Infamous the Scarecrow, nothing you prepare for
Don't you turn around, bitch you better be careful
Sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a nigga
That's psychopathic ratchet on a whole nother level
Kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel gauge
Nigga try to run, catch some buckshot-spray
Flambated on the ground, brain decay
This shit can happen quick or it can go another way
Your guts splattered mane, all over the place
I suggest you go along and co-operate
'fore you end up in a fucking bodybag today
.50 cal round through the vest and the trauma plate