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master p - psycho rhymes lyrics

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yo it’s 1992 and master p is back up in this motherf-cker

(yo man lets do this sh-t right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yo
right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybody
sing along, b-tch.)

(stop the music!)

we are the world
we are the dealers
we are the ones that sell crack cocaine
so let’s start sellin’

there’s a fiend in every hood
dumb fiends that bring they pipes
it’s truly n-gg- betta then
that’s why we dealin’

(c’mon everybody)

we are the world
we are the dealers
we are the ones that sell crack cocaine
so let’s start sellin’

(talking m-ffled by loud beats)

check this out fool
i’m at this party
these two b-tches lookin’ h-lla pretty
i walk up and kiss ’em each on they f-ckin’ t
i say “your hole there – it’s about to explode”
i took a gat to her -ss & she took off her clothes
in other words i be movin’ fast like a pick…pocket

see- i’m a mother-f-ckin’ maniac i gotta top it
i talk to the b-tch … before i kill ’em
i’m like a psycho like charles manson – the blood drilla’
i take yo life and take yo arms and cut the b-tches off
and play a bl–dy mother-f-ckin’ game of golf
and break your arms, your legs i shoulda did it sooner

reach in yo stomach – pull out a piece o’ tuna
i guess you’re dead, you’re ghost, you gotta go
you untested, cause d-mn they like arrested codes

for a dead b-tch – ya give some good head
ya must be on yo period – ’cause my d-ck is bl–dy red
i left it in you
i see you face – ya about ta cry
but before ya do make me pull out them eyes…
make me slap yo mother-f-ckin’ face but don’t speak
that big round -ss could make some good luncheon meat

in other words you’re dead, you got your cap peeled
see i’m a crazy motherf-cker and that sh-t’s real

yo man, whacha think about that
(man, what you say about that is bullsh-t – that sh-t ain’t real)

oh, aight, check this out

it’s 1993 and master p is back in this motherf-cker
ya know what i’m sayin’
i had to get a lil’ stupid ’cause last year some n-gg-z was talkin’ sh-t
but see, i’m back
ya know what i’m sayin’
i’m about to get paid
and all them motherf-ckers that try to stop me
there’s gonna be a bl–dy murda

yo kent, turn up some of that gangsta–ss music



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