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c-mob - psycho lyrics

[verse 1: j nella]
i’m having nightmares then i’m scared wide awake
seeing blood and my hands and all this blood on my face
having dreams i’m a k!ller in a murderous state
always trynna choose a victim looking for the right place
got a heavy hefty bag and a heart full of hate
n+ggas clutching a machete creeping through your crawlsp+ce
told you wipe out quick, cause she realized the fate
got victims in every state, so she on a death date
delivered the fatal blow when she starts to suffocate
when i’m bagging body parts i’m hearing thе bones break
this a 1+8+7 make no mistakе
this b+tch is jammed in my trunk
cut the pieces in the crate
no witness to the murder
time date or place
no color of the car, year, model or make
no autopsy report
no s+m+n from the rape
no crime scene tape
she disappeared with a trace

[hook: j nella] (x2)
cause i’m a psycho
creeping deep in the night
load your rifles
i got no peace in my life
i’m more like michael
give me a reason to strike
then i’m seeking the fight with the piece in the night
[verse 2: c+mob]
i finally figured a way to get out of my straight jacket
when i see your face that is where i’mma place hatchets
i’d love to hear the sound of you scream when your flesh rips
then butcher your body bits cause i’m hungry for breakfast
i’m cutting you in sections
play with your intestines
mentally i’m sick and i’m spreading the infection
murderous i am a maniacal monstrosity
have your girl screaming “come get him he’s on top of me”
pillow to her face
i like smothering dimes
go to the trunk, grab the shovel and lime
i hit her with nine shots, i don’t have a pine box
so i guess her body will decompose under lime rocks
i will cut you like freddy krueger
put that machete through ya
the broke and breaded get debted don’t let that fatty fool ya
so run for cover whenever the lights go
cause i’m mentally unstable, c+mob is a psycho

[hook: j nella] (x2)
cause i’m a psycho
creeping deep in the night
load your rifles
i got no peace in my life
i’m more like michael
give me a reason to strike
then i’m seeking the fight with the piece in the night
[verse 3: j nella]
they say i ain’t the grim reaper, but i am a sick creature
got a shawty on my back while i’m gripping heat seekers
ain’t a cannibal, in fact, i’ll let my cheese eat ya
break your elbows and your knees and beat you with a meat cleaver
apartment to trunk, jumping out with street sweepers
leave you in your front yard looking like a meat pizza
feeling hunger for greatness
you’ll know it when i eat ya
america’s most wanted i’m headlined to be the feature
dumping bodies in the lake
strapped up with cinderblocks
either that or the county woods sniffing cold left to rot
crease you up like a church shirt and tuck you in the box
after let the body rot and fold your face down like a sock
a psychopathic motherf+cker, whole world’s in my palm
and he stepped inside my symptom got my cravings feeling strong
so when i bust up in your place try to remain calm
got a pistol packed in my pants that’s the size of king kong

- c mob lyrics

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