Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuckin Wit a Psycho, artist - X-Raided.
Date of issue: 30.04.1992
Song language: English
Fuckin Wit a Psycho |
I had a vision of a murder |
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth |
Straight fucking with that sisqo, it got me noid |
I never should’ve started fucking with that 40 |
Now sprung out, stuck on the killa trip |
Trippin like a motherfucker, but now I’m through with it Got on the phone said Amigo I’m on my way |
My bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay |
she’s talking to me like I got no brain |
Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I’m insane |
Brotha Lynch’s been through the same thing though |
But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe |
So I got my 9 I was stressing |
Trew out a lotionhead to keep em guessing |
Went outside a house there was a dead bitch |
That what she gets from marrying a lunatic |
Im on that killa spree shooting that 9 |
Niggas dying cuz me and my bitch had a fight |
I know its fuckedup and fooled but thats the price ya paying |
Niggas fading my bitch is too when I sprung |
See I dont give a fuck about shit |
Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie) |
show me that you’re a lunatic like show and ya might live when ya fuckin wit |
a psycho |
Dont fuck with a crazy Motherfucker |
Dont fuck with a (a motherfucking Psycho) |
Dont fuck with a b---- |
(Hell yeah) I did a walkby and the attitude I have is Fuck everybody if they ain’t from the ?? |
(fo'sure) |
Little voices in my head got me doing dirt |
The ever deaths of the murder painted on my shirt |
Is it the sisqo that’s fucking up my head? |
(maybe) |
Ain’t it crunchy for the thirst of a nigga dead |
Was my bitch right, am I crazy? |
Or am I thinking the worlds trying to fake me? |
(he is) |
The only answer that I know is the killa chow |
Watching his ass bleed the pillars of a riot punk |
I got 2 homies meg0 and Brotha Lynch |
They know I’m crazy but they just didn’t get convinced |
Yeah, now watch me kill this motherfucker |
I cracked his spine, take two limbs like a titty rowsucker |
I moved my pedals when I saw his body drop |
His neck was broke and his spinal cord was popped |
I can’t be stopped (yeah), I got to take that fools life |
I’m outta bullets so fuck it, I use my knife |
Who’s next to die don’t know nobody no bitch stare |
No telling when you’re fucking with a psycho |
I’m looking for a slida — some jack the ripper shit |
So I take a bitch and stick a fat knife in her clit, watch her twit |
My bricks turn to stone |
Cause I love to hear a motherfucker scream in a scare tone |
And then it’s on, I’m digging in the dead bitch |
She can’t feel it but I gives a fuck I like the shit |
I hear sirens, that’s all I need to know |
The cops is on their way, it’s time for me to go |
I hit a ?? |
and was headed for the house shot |
On deuce 4 street the cops had a roadblock |
'What the fucks next?'is what I’m thinking |
I’m butt-naked and my plot is straight sinking |
I grabbed the bitch who was standing on the corner |
You scream or hollah and I smoke ya, I won’t budge. |
I put the knife to her throat and yelled out |
Clear the street or this bitch’s gon’get another mouth. |
The cops is like Right yeah, let the lady go. |
I said Hell no, I kill this bitch and that’s on the fo'. |
I had the bitch by her throat wouldn’t let her go She gotta die cause they’re fucking with a psycho |
(Fuck, picture this) (Cause I shot your punk ass in the midst) |
Now I’m in a fuckedup spot but I got a cool plot |
That I’mma use, and I’mma kill the hoe if they refuse |
To let me go cause nigga I know what’s up If I cut the bitches throat then I’m fucked |
The cops don’t care about blowing a top of me Cause I be delaying they coffee and donuts so I thought about my plot I’mma kill the hoe |
Based on the fact I put it on the motherfucking fo Cop listen ya better drop ya weapon and do shit |
Either that or I’m gonna let the bitch have it The cops is like 'go ahead kill the trick' |
probably cause the girl was a black bitch |
I said okay and put the knife to her throat |
I took a swing and then headed towards jumpo |
They started blasting and blasting at me About 20 shots, they never hit a nigga G I was running low, trying not to get popped |
Got chased by hundred white cops |
I got shot then I dropped like c-lo |
Just another day, in the life of a psycho |