Ganksta NIP - Psycho lyrics

[Verse 1] A psycho a** n***a, I'm dissin' your crew If you don't like the way I rap, tough sh** n***a f** you It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick a** Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker Push your a** off a building, check to see if you're dead Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your f**in' head I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die Catch a n***a' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye I'll sneak in your house and k** your a** for fun Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' ho... Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her Catch that b**h by herself, and beat her the f** up with a hammer Throw your daughter in the air, hope that b**h break her leg Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head No bullsh**tin', you must be smokin that rock ho Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco [Chorus and Break] You'll bleed from your head to your toe That's how it is, when you f**in wit' a psycho [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...] [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...slammed the child on the hard concret...] [Verse 2] A mothaf**in' psycho...I need to be dead Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn' Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest Yeah You mothaf**as' said you think that I'm soft That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' f**in mouth To k** a n***a' is a chance I can't pa** up After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' a** up! Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?" I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots? I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet You mothaf**as' still tryin' to diss Beat a n***a' in his chest til' his stomach say "f** this!" A violent n***a, stickin punks like paste Ho, I'll slap yo' a** so hard my hand will go through yo' f**in' face Marriage - Me and yo' mama getting married soon... After I f** her I'ma k** her at the honeymoon [Chorus and Break] You'll bleed from your head to your toe That's how it is, when you f**in wit' a psycho [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...] [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...] [Verse 3] This is a mothaf**in' WARNING A damn red alert Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt I'ma crazy mothaf**a', smokin' punks is my joy You don't really wanna' f** with me boy Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite 12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat Growin' and showin', steady You talkin' sh** to me? You must don't know who you f**in' with See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM" Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week b**h I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it? Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid I [?] my hood, your life is in danger Pierce your skin with a needle, s** your blood through a clotheshanger Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy Keep yo' b**h out my face cause I might blow up her p**y Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag Talkin' that sh**, you'll get beat with some switches Blew up a convalescent center cause I hate old b**hes I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet [Chorus and Break] You'll bleed from your head to your toe That's how it is, when you f**in wit' a psycho [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...] [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...] [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...] [A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin'] [...ain't playin with y'all...]