Obscure - Psychosis ft. Airflow & Obscure lyrics

[Verse 1 - AirFlow] Look in the window of my apartment. I feel dark inside even though Im gold- spartan, i'm cold, made Frosty the Snowman cry, Snap the Neck of a gay, you dirty hoe man, DIE! Starved for days, been locked In my mind, you f**in come in my dungeon you'll f**in die. Serial k**ing since 10, pushed a man off his skateboard, hospitalized burst In his room and called him a skate who*e. f** fear, i look it straight in The eye starin back at it with d**h, lava mixed with cyanide you can Feel it in every breath, i'm set, like a drug addict on his chair doin meth f** with me, i dare you. Close the curtains on us, my fans will only See your silhouette. Bury you in the jail cell. Not leavin a scent. You Are just another speck in this universe no one cares you left. You feel Me in every verse. My tongue is bursting with murk thirst. Before the BJ i told your girl to tease it, headfirst. I don't regret any lyric I served I drank two fifths of Vodka, and didn't swerve, im not no Stan to drive Off a bridge, no sir. Don't f** with me, all there is to it. Slit your wrist To this sh**. This is Psycho Music [Verse 2 - Obscure] You do not know what it's like to be me Wanting to decimate everybody that you see Slit a mall Santa with a machete n' smiled with glee Separatin' his intestines all over the murder scene Another episode of obscene thoughts, oh no you're caught Drop you in the ground, and wait for your body to rot Realize what I'm doing, but it tastes so good I cannot stop Not psycho, maybe my sanity is just incognito My alter ego seems to have a deceased libido Sharing needles with my amigos at Home Depot Then I mutilate their heads, give them a deep throat In the Vatican, get the pope's throat in the rope Choke him 'til he's got spit all over his chin Take his spinal cord and make it a violin Find Tiny Tim and cut off his leg at the shin Grim, but his cries of terror only gives me a bigger grin [Verse 3 - Lucius] Doctors haven't given a diagnosis Some blame my psychosis on my run-ins with ISIS I cause a crisis, it's vices on a daily basis Homicidal cold cases, victims gone without traces Strangled my neighbor, Timothy, with his shoelaces Hung him from the roof of his Fraternity Some b**h at lunch tried to throw a punch in my direction I took a spatula and gave her a redneck Cesarean section Now you can say that's she's a fraction of a person After that physical subtraction, it was the attraction of much attention One time in detention, I roasted this kid and he came back with a vengeance Him and his henchmen tried to give an intervention Let's just say they now call the place Dissection Section This one girl thought she could seek protection from my erection Raped the b**h and added her to my Rejection Collection That concludes this therapy session, Doc