The Psycho lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Chorus: Ester Dean & 50 Cent]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho), maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional), or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish), or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You be a casual till you slip up, we coming like vultures
Click clack pop pop boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come I come, I do sh*t my way
n*gga, I spell Dre N.W.A
I say spray, get out of the way
Flames up out of the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You f*ck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spend revolver I off 'em, come through your wake flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em
Good morning, today is a good day for mourning
First n*gga get outta linе, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pеst control
I put the work, to all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming f*ck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7:30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said fifty ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer
Get outta line, and I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy

[Chorus: Ester Dean & 50 Cent]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho), maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional), or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish), or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me, this [?]
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me, I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when get at ya, I hit ya so hard
Your click feel like you been slapped by the [?]
Next full moon, I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that whoopty with that beam on to get at you
You n*ggas so effectious, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pus*y, come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high, n*gga you a CA
Feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange, call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished f*cking, I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times, what is it man
Now who said I didn't do it like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let it of at ya door

[Chorus: Ester Dean]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho), maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional), or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish), or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause...
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