Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Psycho , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 12.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Psycho |
| Bar Exam! |
| BE3! |
| Whoo Kid! |
| Royce the five-nine! |
| Yeah, I call my cannon «poppa» |
| I’m the shit, smell me? |
| You can’t mask it |
| This not the phantom of the opera |
| The cannibal of rap, knock you out on camera |
| Turn around and play it back on When Animals Attack |
| I’m a psycho like no other I am out my shit |
| The bitch picked up my shot and drank it so I fuckin' shot the bitch |
| I’m controllin' lots of shit |
| I can go from rock 'n' roll to opposite |
| Hip-hop and shit, never miss like Stojaković |
| Pop up on you, pop you quick, run your pockets, pocket it |
| Killin' what I’m not feelin', trigger’s strung like a violin |
| Consignment, tell the buyer, «welcome to my environment» |
| I’m violent, my rhyme’s on fire like dyin' firemen |
| Thirty-two year-old pioneer |
| Who’ll leave you lyin' if you usin' iron |
| Where you niggas pink, I am rare |
| Where they’re servin' up the drinks, I am there |
| Take the cops to water, S.W.A.T. |
| the shore up |
| Like somebody saw a fly in it |
| Any thing movin', I want in |
| Unless it’s the skinny-jean movement, I want out |
| I don’t need nobody else to ride for me, I roll out |
| Before I shoot you say «'member me?» |
| You wasn’t forgot about |
| I got a pocket full of stones |
| My niggas’ll be on your head |
| For some money to stay in the prostitutin' zone |
| I will let the bully off |
| Beef with me is like a lock connected to a bra |
| You be naked, can’t pull it off |
| Imagine murderin' your record company for merging with |
| Who gave you a deal cause you ain’t deserve it |
| I’m not a rapist, bitch, I’m just a pervert |
| Crazy dude with a dick full of baby food, now switch to Gerber |
| Lyrics is murder. |
| Get it and put your gun away |
| I whip a «Pacquiao» when it’s Spring, sell it through the Summer |
| You can call me Money May, your money funny, run away |
| Take the K off a fake, leave a nigga Dunaway |
| Get it? |
| I go ballistic on your spirit |
| That chopper look like somebody put some scissors to your fitted |
| I’ve been wit' this from the beginnin' |
| If you visual picture me killin' witnesses |
| If I’m the defendent, I was offended |
| I rap a lot but I’m not independent |
| Drink alcohol a lot, knowin' my only real problem is spendin' |
| The metaphors and them similes is career endin' |
| Your melon’s soar to infinite’s what I intended |
| Don’t get in trouble, you get me pissed and my fist’ll hit ya |
| You hearin' birds and seein' doubles like picture picture |
| You hearin' doubles you heard me say I was sicker sicker |
| I’m gonna go get the papers, get the papers |
| Your bitch sucked my johnny two times |
| Polished me like a hella shoe-shine |
| Get your shine box, Ryan got a goodfella coupon |
| I fit the description of a killer wit' a ridiculous dick |
| Why is your bitch so mentally into me? |
| Shit! |
| But she can miss me with the sensitive, intimate shit |
| All I do is poke holes like I be fencin' with chicks |
| Picture black attitude |
| Before I meet you I’m naturally mad at you |
| You have to be that into gratitude |
| If you like livin' life then kiss my ass and you cool |
| I’m hot like your gun’ll be after you pass me the tool |
| Don’t have to be rappin' at your talent show at your school |
| To have the full capacity of my faculty clappin' at you |
| We’ll actually get your rap group a casket or two |
| Never did a movie cause I’m too busy actin' a fool! |