Lyrics Psychopath - Virus Syndicate

Psychopath

Adrenalin filling my right leg blood rush through my body and feeling just like
head
Lust it can turn to disgust in just a second
When you buss wanna crush with a caliber weapon
I’m in love with that mother fucker up in the mirror
Give me some drugs and I flip into some killer gorilla
You fucking mugs!
Clearing out ya villa for scrilla
I’m going nuts putting slugs up in ya figure
I did a couple of tours and made scrilla
Jayzilla, I’m a guerrilla I stay illa
Jays in a league of his own I came with the eyes of a hawk, knife and a fork
coz your dinner
Type the report, write with the chalk I’m your killa
You tried to abort mission
Then had to report missing
I’m back to the war listen
It’s back to the raw spitting
You act like its your kitchen
I cook em like raw chicken
My girlfriends a prostitue and loves it
I’m riddled with diseases just from everytime she sucks it
Luckily I buss quick
Cannon fire up!
now I’m tryna cut a deal with the Dallas buyers club
Sharing needles with a lepor liking I’m living forever
Head spotted like a leopard looking redder than pepper
Stomach gutted on the checkered floor bloody machete
My body parts overboard throwing up on the jetty
Psychopath x 8
I terror any riddim
Clinical terrorism
Physical hedonism
Lyrical separatism
Spiritual exorcism
I’m Hannibal lectorin em
Fuck all the pessimism
I kill all the Scepticism
Rhymes are on another level above
An you’ll never measure with em
Raised in the city guns, cotton and hella women
Raining on the game while they’re staining to bring the weather with them,
step into the war with a sword and them man are never winning
Psychopath x 8