f*ckin Wit a Psycho lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Intro]
This'll be the day that I die
Lettin the n*gga bleed cause I shot a f*ckin hole in his eye
That n*gga brain p*ssed blood just because of my 9
Sayin, "Please don't let me die"
I let the muthaf*cka die
The others cry and beg for their souls
I killed 50 people now I'm diggin 50 holes
One got away, Number 49 is runnin
He fell a few times, boom-boom, I kept comin
You can run but you can't escape
And if you wanna know more, Yo

[Verse 1]
I had a vision of a murder
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth
Straight f*cking with that Cisco, it got me 'noid
I never should've started f*cking with that '40
Now sprung out, stuck on the killa tip
Trippin like a motherf*cker, but now I'm through with it
Got on the phone said "Migo I'm on my way
My b*tch is tripping, I need a place to stay"
She's talking to me like I got no brain
Cause of that Cisco, or cuz I'm insane
Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though
But X-raided can't be tripping over no ho
So I got my 9 I was stressing
Threw on my Loccs and hat and kept them guessing
Went outside a house there was a dead b*tch
That what she gets from marrying a lunatic
I'm on that killa spree shooting at night
n*ggas dying cuz me and my b*tch had a fight
I know its f*cked up but fool that's the price ya paying
n*ggas fading my b*tch is too when i'm spraying
See I dont give a f*ck about sh*t
Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie)
Show me that you're a lunatic like show and ya might live when ya f*ckin wit
A psycho

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Dont f*ck with a crazy Motherf*cker
Dont f*ck with a (a motherf*cking Psycho)
Dont f*ck with a b----

[Verse 2]
(Hell yeah) I did a walkby and the attitude I have is
f*ck everybody if they ain't from the garden (fo' sure)
Little voices in my head got me doing dirt
The evidence of the murder painted on my shirt
Is it the sisqo that's f*cking up my head? (maybe)
Ain't it crunchy for the thirst of a n*gga dead
Was my b*tch right, am I crazy?
Why am I thinking the worlds trying to fake me? (he is)
The only answer that I know is to kill a chump
Watching his ass bleed the pellets of a riot pump
I got 2 homies Migo and Brotha Lynch
They know I'm crazy but they just didn't get convinced
Yeah, now watch me kill this motherf*cker
I cracked his spine, take two limbs like a tootsie roll sucker
I moved my pedals when I saw his body drop
His neck was broke and his spinal cord was popped
I can't be stopped (yeah), I got to take that fools life
I'm outta bullets so f*ck it, I use my knife
Who's next to die don't nobody know b*tch
There ain't no telling when you're f*cking with a psycho
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm looking for a slida - some jack the ripper sh*t
So I take a b*tch and stick a fat knife in her clit, watch her twist
My di*ks turn to stone
Cause I love to hear a motherf*cker scream in a scare tone
And then it's on, I'm digging in the dead b*tch
She can't feel it but I gives a f*ck I like the sh*t
I hear sirens, that's all I need to know
The cops is on their way, it's time for me to go
I hit a ?? and was headed for the house shot
On deuce 4 street the cops had a roadblock
'What the f*cks next?' is what I'm thinking
I'm butt-naked and my plot is straight sinking
I grabbed the b*tch who was standing on the corner
"You scream or hollah and I smoke ya, I warn her."
I put the knife to her throat and yelled out
"Clear the street or this b*tch's gon' get another mouth."
The cops is like "Right yeah, let the lady go."
I said "Hell no, I kill this b*tch and that's on the fo'."
I had the b*tch by her throat wouldn't let her go
She gotta die cause they're f*cking with a psycho

[Hook]
[Verse 4]
(f*ck, picture this) (Cause I shot your punk ass in a minute)
Now I'm in a f*cked up spot but I got a cool plot
That I'mma use, and I'mma kill the ho if they refuse
To let me go cause n*gga I know what's up
If I cut the b*tches throat then I'm f*cked
The cops don't care about blowing a top of me
Cause I be delaying they donuts and coffee so
I thought about my plot I'mma kill the ho
Based on the fact I put it on the motherf*cking fo
Cop listen ya better drop ya weapon and do sh*t
Either that or I'm gonna let the b*tch have it
The cops is like 'go ahead kill the trick'
Probably cause the girl was a black b*tch
I said okay and put the knife to her throat
I took a swing and then headed towards jumpo
They started blasting and blasting at me
About 20 shots, they never hit a n*gga G
I was running low, trying not to get popped
Got chased by a hundred white cops
I got shot then I dropped like c-lo
Just another day, in the life of a psycho
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