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Psycho
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GAWNE
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Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up (Uh) But, we kinda both know you won't show up (Nah!) I'm chillin' with your chick and doing yoga (What?) Pretty funny how you both use your Boyga "I thought you were kind", nah, homie, that's a load of Rolling with the Rosemary, baby in the stroller Hate it when you speak, so, don't make another squeak Going in that deep, then I'll throw you in the creek, ooh! Everybody calling me the producer Can't rap, check again, are you sure? This beat's my daughter, I'm 'bout to abuse her (*gasp*) Chill, bro, it came from a computer Bottled-up like Poland Springs Like an audition, they know to sing I quit my job, like seventeen times Since I turned like seventeen Get a check, ka-ching, then I kill the compet**ion That's why I got a set of special knives in the kitchen (Woo!) Forget him in a second, I've been kickin' through eleven Talking about how we could cook up in a second But, the record is inevitable that I'll become a legend I've been settling amongst 'em once somebody let me in But, then again, I never gave a damn about a hand out I'm teaming up with Crypt, and now, I really got a chance, now Talking to me crazy, then we're gonna have a camp-out Boy, you better man up or there's gonna be a man down (Ooh!) Man, I got it in the bag like you And now, I never really rap fast, that's true But, just know, if you're gonna take shots Then I'm gonna aim shots, rata-tat-tat at you Whoops, I think I rhymed 'you' twice Can you roll with me? That's no dice Just know I got it and I'm psychotic And, trust me, boy, that's for life, Nato I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!) There's a fuse up in my mind and it might blow I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!) Put the bodybags hot-headed, but I'm ice cold Uh I've been working, I've been working Nine-to-five, no, more like 3-6-5, ho Wide-eyed, no sleep I-I-I was up all night like a light pole I just might go A little psycho on the mic, yo When I write flows in fifteen minutes, no Geico (Brrt!) And, honestly, I gotta be the hottest of commodities 'Cause every time I get up on the beat, I give it a lobotomy I'm ripping it like a prodigy The motherf**king haters won't admit it when I spit it, but, even the critics know That I've been winning every single time I enter in the building You'll be witnessing the G.O.A.T. as I'm going in for the photo finish With a V12 locomotive f**kin' engine On coal, when I spit Chick-chick-chick, loadin' the clip Like a soldier, doot-doot, I'mma put a bullet in a b*t*h in this COVID-19 when I poke an IV through a hole in your neck Yep-yep-yep, everyone on Twitter wanna talk Till they find your, woof-woof, body, it was smelled by the dogs Outlined in the chalk Put the shotty in the back till I move it to the [?] Yeah, I think I just got pneumonia My flow is too sick, like was sticking my d**k in a different hole And got syphilis, I am an incubus Fingering b*t*hes and licking their toes Take a different approach doing liquor and coke Till I throw up the picture with a sniffling nose Yeah, my motto is simple- the boobies and nipples But, never the women, 'cause women are hoes I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!) There's a fuse up in my mind and it might blow I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!) Put the bodybags hot-headed, but I'm ice cold Uh I'm not alright in my brain, that's fine ([?]) 'Cause I jot down rhymes in the quarter of the time (Okay) Plus twine, that's why my sixteens are more precise (Haha!) I put a fork in your side till you're scorched and fried You claim you're worth a mill', bu, you ain't a portion size These looks can deceive, call them b*t*hes 'Poison Ives' 'Cause they stun a motherf**ker by force in sight ([?]) But, as a foresight, ha And everybody wanna say the only skill that we possess Is the ability to chop it, like we dropping hits with Tech But, he done called me an elitist, so, get to sucking on my p*n*s 'Cause I'm a chopper, chopper, chopper, and I'm a god, like I was Jesus Dropping all of these diseases, all of y'all don't want to see this 'Cause you won't even believe it, money stacking to the ceiling Used to seeing a million dollars, like my name was f**king Regis And I'm real with this sh*t, pop-pop Get killed when I spit, the banana clip peels when it hits You can feel when it spits Hollow tips to your grill and your lips (Woo!), make you talk real weird in this b*t*h (Haha!) Just a bunch of gun bars to fill this sh*t up (What?) I hope you get SARS or your lungs fill up (What?) And you make it to Mars when the Earth gives up And you get run over by a real big truck (Haha!) The point of this verse is I'm very psychotic And rap about anything that the kid want to Won't sweat in the sauna, I spit at a llama I freeze all the lava, I speed in the Honda And the eeney-meeny-weeny tiny f**king hoes I'mma catch a f**kin' rapper by the Tiger, his toe And, if he hollers, I'mma let him go But then, I'll find him again just to snag his soul I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!) There's a fuse up in my mind and it might blow I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!) Put the bodybags hot-headed, but I'm ice cold I go psycho
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