Master P - Psycho Rhymes lyrics

Yo it's 1992 and master p is back up in this motherf**er (yo man lets do this sh** right, man. if everybody plays right, then put yo Right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. now everybody Sing along, b**h.) (stop the music!) We are the world We are the dealers We are the ones that sell crack c**aine So let's start sellin' There's a fiend in every hood Dumb fiends that bring they pipes It's truly n***a betta then That's why we dealin' (c'mon everybody) We are the world We are the dealers We are the ones that sell crack c**aine So let's start sellin' (talking muffled by loud beats) Check this out fool I'm at this party These two b**hes lookin' hella pretty I walk up and kiss 'em each on they f**in' t I say "your hole there - it's about to explode" I took a gat to her a** & she took off her clothes In other words i be movin' fast like a pick...pocket See- i'm a mother-f**in' maniac i gotta top it I talk to the b**h ... before i k** 'em I'm like a psycho like charles manson - the blood drilla' I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the b**hes off And play a bloody mother-f**in' game of golf And break your arms, your legs i shoulda did it sooner Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go You untested, cause damn they like arrested codes For a dead b**h - ya give some good head Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red I left it in you I see you face - ya about ta cry But before ya do make me pull out them eyes... Make me slap yo mother-f**in' face but don't speak That big round a** could make some good luncheon meat In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled See i'm a crazy motherf**er and that sh**'s real Yo man, whacha think about that (man, what you say about that is bullsh** - that sh** ain't real) Oh, aight, check this out It's 1993 and master p is back in this motherf**er Ya know what i'm sayin' I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some n***az was talkin' sh** But see, i'm back Ya know what i'm sayin' I'm about to get paid And all them motherf**ers that try to stop me There's gonna be a bloody murda Yo kent, turn up some of that gangsta-a** music