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lord infamous - psycho lyrics

[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 k!llers
make f-ck around and drop you in the river
hope you can swim wit your head gone n-gga!
blowed out brains on your headstone n-gga!
run off in his crib, not you get gone n-gga!
n-gga blooded, then i pull off the crime scene mugging
old people scared yelling they’an seen nothing
got ah couple young n-ggas jumping out bussing
yeah i’ma k!ll ’em, n-gga, f-ck ’em!
use to wear the mask, now i get’em naked face
ain’t trying to hide i’ma k!ll ’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 -ss in the trunk
little j to the a to the k!lla b-tch!
all i hang around is k!lla, k!llas, b-tch!
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, n-gga black suit he-rs- sh-t
you gon get hurt b-tch, shoot off in the church b-tch
f-cking wit a k!ller, everybody getting murked shiittt….
do ya really wanna die? shoot him in his face
knock the noodles out his eyeees….

[verse 2: t-rock]
n-ggas be thinking they compet-tion
i eat up the opposition like a steak plate
i’m a murderous mission
make the enemies retreat or submission
i got a feeling, n-gga straight faith
n-gga say they reliable
but in actuality, they but be liable to k!lled with a straight face
n-gga eyes become wide, erase a n-gga like a rewritable compact, n-gga straight lace (aww sh-t)
this is the penalty of opposing a energy
of a n-gga full of hennessy
buck at the enemy, if they took of hint of me
you witnessing a n-gga dying of plague like a kennedy
n-gga witness supremacy
me and my k!llas, will beat a m-th-f-cka way beyond ident-ty
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 n-gga quicker than time clock
when in middle of a battle my mind stops
i c-ck back and leave the enemy off in a pine box
got the murder music bumpin your stereo
n-gga hear the material and they that its superior
ain’t no other n-gga bumpin like this
crunk as b-tch
spreading the bullets like they venereal…. disease
you don’t wanna f-ck wit my g’s
we’ll do n-gga wit ease
then smoke on some weed
leave your loves ones with reeves
cus they couldn’t believe
we coming like a militia
murdering n-ggas 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 n-ggas
who do the job for little or nothing
better yet…

[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’ n-gga body get the tippin’
when i hit them with the .20 gauge he permanentally limpin’
did i mention that i’m sniffin on some c0ke, i’m numb and trippin’
slippin’ on the isotoner, goin’ on a mission
can’t forget to get the other d-mn tools out the kitchen
packin’ ammunition, goin’ on a expedition
when i catch a n-gga slippin’ i’ma smack him with the pimpin’
taking everything, i even got a n-gga strippin’
b-tch n-gga may have some dope thats hidden
b-tch strip too, don’t make me have to pin him
infamous the scarecrow, nothing you prepare for
don’t you turn around, b-tch you better be careful
sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a n-gga
that’s psychopathic ratchet on a whole nother level
kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel gauge
n-gga try to run, catch some buckshot-spray
flambated on the ground, brain decay
this sh-t 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 f-cking bodybag today
.50 cal round through the vest and the trauma plate

- lord infamous lyrics

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