[Verse 1: Raiza]
I don't need a lyricist, to tell me i'm sick
I'll sh** in your face b**h while i'm taking a piss
Grab the chainsaw now body is all over the ground
I've got a fetish for blood, that's why i'm rolling around
People think i'm crazy for what i say in these songs
Maybe they're right, because i know they ain't wrong
I don't even know this song, don't even know the title
I'm jacking off to you're wife while i'm reading the bible
I don't know what's going on in my mind
A mix of psychosis and d** combined
A screw-loose, i'm a fruit loop and i am never sober
Get off Youtube, wear a tutu and drink some Coca-Cola
This sh** is disturbing so play this sh** loud
It's that crazy boy from London town
Like Cypress Hill i take hits from the bong, i've got my hands down my pants while i'm singing this song
[Hook: Raiza] X2
I'm a psycho (psycho)
Don't make me f** around
Turn the lights on
Don't even make a sound
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
You don't wanna start problems with a real one
I'm fearsome i'll put the tech nine up to your eardrum
Yh i'm born luny I'm psycho with the tooly
Unruly, rude as hell but your b**h that wanna do me
Kuniva never play those games and y'all lame
You a p**y getting dug out tonight, there's raw blood in my veins
I maintain slapping by snatching hoes up and giving the dick
Gun or knife or grenade you can pick
Bloody murder scenes are left in my backdrop
I'll let Raiza cut you up and leave you like a flat-top
Get your moms back shots if she that hot
I was born a dick so it's a must that i attack twat
On some crazy sh**, let 380 spit
Knocking kids on they a** that's the way i babysit
So if you happen to see me with my hands bloody, it's more than likely one of my victims ran from me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Swifty Mcvay]
I'm in the UK spinning grip
I'm with a b**h sipping liquor at dinner and i spit up my fish and chips
I'm an ignorant belligerent pimp with brown pigment
They talk about sticking me up, that just a figment of they imagination
I break into ya pad have your chick masturbating with the barrel of the mag
I'm thoroughbreded, see my head is too ga**ed up
Off of drinking a cup of unleaded fuel i don't give a f**
I'm a livid n***a, that likes to live it up
I get a rush when i hear your rigamortis crunch
And mucking your crew is like another day at lunch
Your main boss he wear the smallest panties in ya bunch
So you don't get a pa**, putting thongs in ya a**
I laugh when you be all up in them blogs looking mad
What's sad is they got guns but they won't even blast
You talk trash well imma gladly put you in that bag
[Hook]
[Outro]