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Psycho
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C-Mob
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I'm having nightmares then I'm scared wide awake Seeing blood and my hands and all this blood on my face Having dreams I'm a killer in a murderous state Always trynna choose a victim looking for the right place Got a heavy Hefty bag and a heart full of hate n***as clutching a machete creeping through your crawlspace Told you wipe out quick, cause she realized the fate Got victims in every state, so she on a death date Delivered the fatal blow when she starts to suffocate When I'm bagging body parts I'm hearing thе bones break This a 1-8-7 make no mistakе This b*t*h is jammed in my trunk Cut the pieces in the crate No witness to the murder Time date or place No color of the car, year, model or make No autopsy report No semen from the rape No crime scene tape She disappeared with a trace (x2) Cause I'm a psycho Creeping deep in the night Load your rifles I got no peace in my life I'm more like Michael Give me a reason to strike Then I'm seeking the fight with the piece in the night I finally figured a way to get out of my straight jacket When I see your face that is where I'mma place hatchets I'd love to hear the sound of you scream when your flesh rips Then butcher your body bits cause I'm hungry for breakfast I'm cutting you in sections Play with your intestines Mentally I'm sick and I'm spreading the infection Murderous I am a maniacal monstrosity Have your girl screaming "come get him he's on top of me" Pillow to her face I like smothering dimes Go to the trunk, grab the shovel and lime I hit her with nine shots, I don't have a pine box So I guess her body will decompose under lime rocks I will cut you like Freddy Krueger Put that machete through ya The broke and breaded get debted don't let that fatty fool ya So run for cover whenever the lights go Cause I'm mentally unstable, C-Mob is a psycho (x2) Cause I'm a psycho Creeping deep in the night Load your rifles I got no peace in my life I'm more like Michael Give me a reason to strike Then I'm seeking the fight with the piece in the night They say I ain't the Grim Reaper, but I am a sick creature Got a shawty on my back while I'm gripping heat seekers Ain't a cannibal, in fact, I'll let my cheese eat ya Break your elbows and your knees and beat you with a meat cleaver Apartment to trunk, jumping out with street sweepers Leave you in your front yard looking like a meat pizza Feeling hunger for greatness You'll know it when I eat ya America's Most Wanted I'm headlined to be the feature Dumping bodies in the lake Strapped up with cinderblocks Either that or the county woods sniffing cold left to rot Crease you up like a church shirt and tuck you in the box After let the body rot and fold your face down like a sock A psychopathic motherf**ker, whole world's in my palm And he stepped inside my symptom got my cravings feeling strong So when I bust up in your place try to remain calm Got a pistol packed in my pants that's the size of King Kong (x2) Cause I'm a psycho Creeping deep in the night Load your rifles I got no peace in my life I'm more like Michael Give me a reason to strike Then I'm seeking the fight with the piece in the night
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