[Hook]
Psycho in da {*3X*}
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta touch 'em {*4X*}
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
This sh** is begining to come into focus
But no one can figure out Infamous murderous, dark psychosis
Trippin I'm runnin the darkness
I'm loadin barettas I'm jackin yo' ho sh**
A posse of satanic muggers we comin to smuggle
And leave 'em in puddles of plasma
I'm comin for stashes, for cash
Then blast until everyone in here pa**ed out
My fellow man you cannot comprehend strength
Of the devil military k**ers
Execution to d**h you will be sentenced
As I put nina into your head through the pillow
The Three 6 n***a comin to injure you at nightfall
Give it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all
(Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? n***a)
Naw b**h... (aww dog ???)
Naw b**h... (a couple of hundred mayn)
(Just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred) Check it out my nig
I'm gonna k** you anyway you won't need none of that sh**
Ran through the backyard
Jumped the gate to the corner of the back street
Hopped into the steamer
Tossed the f**in stash behind the seat
I'm comin to rush 'em son, crush 'em son, buck my gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch someone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
I got a problem, money dividends, gotta solve them
The only thing going through my head is murder and rob them
I heard they got cash, I gotta touch they a**
Quick, fast, in a hurry, get away with a f**in dash
Every night I sit and think on
Why these hoes keep playin with me
They gonna make me click them clicka click
And they don't wanna see my bad side
P. they gonna make me transform to another man
And make they motherf**in a** do the devil dance
Crunchy Black b**h, comin at you hoes easy come easy go
Easily we kickin doors, I gotta touch 'em
[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca]
In my f**in head I vision bloody red
As I chopped off his f**in head
Left him dead for them b**hes
A psycho at large
Dumb b**h don't step to this bomber squad
I'm harder n***a when I click
You will feel like a prey that was predator
No need for them paramedics
See wait for the Koopsta scare 'em
Sk-skinny {?} in the pimpin'
Now waitin' for that Armageddeon
b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
I hooked up with a few down n***as from the M-town
Then we started robbin outta town, makin' them lay it down
Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge to they f**in' back
Stickin' them liqour stores, robbin banks, plenty car-jacks
Snatchin old ladies purse, knockin n***as to the dirt
My 9 gone make yo body hurt
I'm gon' put your body in hearse
Call me a playa hater, traitor, what you want b**h
Strapped wit them thangs on your a**, hear them guns click
Inside job, strictly robbin so you better beware
Of the n***a with a gat and mask, raise 'em in the air
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now raise 'em up an down for the k**a Man as a youngster
Stickin these tricks up daily you trippin I'm still a hustler
Cuttin cla** don't make my snooze behind the barrel
Shootin crowds I hit it up in a honeycomb
And smoke a f**in pamper house
Hollerin at my brother Phil D I gotta get straight
No thang mayn he got me straight
That thang fool be boomin weight
Hoppin on my scooter with my ski mask and my Deuce Duece
All blue joggin' suit, tube socks and a Coogi troop
But now I'm gettin old and comin clean is what I'm hopin'
And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm scopin b**h
This is the touch...