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joey nato & crypt - psycho lyrics

[verse 1: joey nato]
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
but we kinda both know you won’t show up (nah)
i’m chillin’ with your chick and doing yoga (what?)
pretty funny how you both use your boyga
i thought you were kind, nah homie, that’s a loader
rolling with the rosemary baby in the stroller
hate it when you speak, so don’t make another squeak
going in that deep, then i throw you in the creek (ooh)
everybody calling me the producer
can’t rap, check again, are you sure?
this beat’s my daughter, i’m about to abuse her (ah)
chill bro, it came from a computer
bottled up like poland springs
like an audition, they know to sing
i quit my job, like 17 times since i turned like 17
get a check, ka+ching, then i k!ll the competition
that’s why i got a special set of knives in the kitchen
forget him in a second, i’ve been kickin through 11
talking about how we could cook up in a second
but the record is inevitable that i’ll become a legend
i’ve been settling amongst ’em once somebody let me in
but then again, i never gave a d+mn about a hand out
i’m teaming up with crypt and now i really got a chance now
talking to me crazy, then we’re gonna have a camp+out
boy, you better man up or there’s gonna be a man down
man i got it in the bag like you
and now i never really rap fast, that’s true
just know if you’re gonna take shots, then i’m gonna aim shots, rata+tat+tat at you
whoops, i think i rhymed you twice
can you roll with me? that’s no dice
just know i got it and i’m psychotic
and trust me boy, that’s for life, nato

[hook:]
i go psych+, i go psych+, i go psycho
there’s a fuse up in my mind and it might blow
i go psych+, i go psych+, i go psycho
put the bodybags hot headed, but i’m ice cold

[verse 2: gawne]
i’ve been working, i’ve been working nine+to+five
nah, more like 3+6+5, ho
wide+eyed, no sleep, yeah i was up all night like a light pole
i just might go a little psycho on the mic, yo
when i write flows in 15 minutes, no geico
and honestly, i gotta be the hottest of commodities
’cause every time i get up on the beat, i give it a lobotomy
i’m ripping it like a prodigy
the motherf+cking haters won’t admit it when i spit it
but even the critics know that i’ve been winning
every single time i enter in the building
you’ll be witnessing the goat
as i’m going in for the photo finish with a v12 okamota f+ckin’ engine on coal
when i spit, chick+chick+chick, loadin’ the clip like a soldier
doot+doot+doot, i’mma put a bullet in a b+tch
[?] in this covid+19 when i poke an iv through a hole in your neck
yep+yep+yep, everyone on twitter wanna talk today
plan your boop+boop, body by the smell of a dog
outline in the chalk but the shotty in the back ’til i move it to the [?]
yeah, i think i just got pnemunoia
my flows are too sick like sticking my d+ck in a different hole and getting syphillis
i am an incubus, fingering b+tches and l!cking their toes
take a different approach doing liquor and coke
’til i throw up the picture with a sniffling nose
yeah my motto is simple
the b00bies and nipples
but never the women, because the women are hoes

[hook:]
i go psych+, i go psych+, i go psycho
there’s a fuse up in my mind and it might blow
i go psych+, i go psych+, i go psycho
put the bodybags hot headed, but i’m ice cold

[verse 3: crypt]
i’m not alright in my brain, that’s fine
’cause i jot down rhymes in the quarter of the time, plus twine
that’s why my sixteens are more precise
so put a fork in your side until you’re scorched and fried
you claim you’re worth a mil’, but you ain’t a [?] in size
these looks can deceive, call these b+tches poison ives
’cause they stung a motherf+cker, no force in sight
but as a foresight, ha
and everybody wanna say the only sk!ll that we possess is the ability to chop it like you dropping hits
[?] he didn’t call me to leave
so get to sucking on my p+n+s
’cause i’m a chopper, chopper, chopper
i’m a god like i was jesus
dropping all of these is easy
all of y’all don’t want to see this ’cause you won’t even believe it
money stacking to the ceiling
used to seeing a million dollars like my name was f+cking regis
and i’m real with this sh+t
pop+pop get k!lled when i spit
the bandana collect pills when it hits
you can feel when it spits
i [?] to your grills and your lips
you can’t talk real weird in this b+tch
just a bunch of gun bars to fill this sh+t up
i hope you get scars and your lungs fill up
you don’t make it to mars when earth gives up
and you get run over by a real big truck
the point of this verse is i’m very psychotic
i rap about anything that the kid want to
i don’t sweat in the sun, i spit at a llama
i freeze all the lava, i speed in the honda
and the eeney+meeny+weeny tiny f+cking hoes
i’mma catch a rapper by the tiger, his toes
and if he hollers, i’mma let him go
but then i’ll find him again just to snag his soul

[hook:]
i go psych+, i go psych+, i go psycho
there’s a fuse up in my mind and it might blow
i go psych+, i go psych+, i go psycho
put the bodybags hot headed, but i’m ice cold

- joey nato crypt lyrics

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