i'm a psycho emcee my mind in the state of a killa,
u get cut waist up if u try n diss trilla,
in this game i remain name-less/ but i aint fame-less/ i leave u brain-less/ with a hollow from this stain-less,
my lyrics leave a nigga in an insane mental state,
i'm always fouced on my prey i neva need ta concentrate,
diss me n cop 3 hollows throw yo knees,
then stand before me sayin "sire please",
as i am about to dissect-u n straight inject-u,
with this metho n leave u burning unda yo skin,
throw u inta a river n watch ya swim like a shark without its fin,
fuckin with tRiLL bitch lets set yo death's-date,
now i leave yaw weak emcees to cremate.

my shit was the best -

another killer on the scene
fleeing from children, victims and fiends
no stoping the mothafucker with means
best believe your car'll get scratched with his keys
the crime receades through violent atmosphere
and silent fights till the vengences preceades
begging you please to stop messing with g's
he'll cross paths on the news and abuse any dude
who tries to link and retrace the road he takes in his dues
quick thoughts will not match the fine wit of this cat
cuz the interior is full of blood steadily ready to splat
headily weary to catch any victim's dangerous rap attack
and so he had to feel bad with the clad that he had
so jumping straight off of a building will do
one more crazy adventure for this crazy bold dude

yo i'm mo psyco then the latest toy form tyco, (tyco rc)
stunt with me n i put u in a choke-hold,
mutha fucka i'm loco yaw know,
i spit at cha with multiple hits simultaneous,
merk u 2ice in a second cuse i'm synchonous,
creatin ruckus, and mass havoc,
diss me n i'll fuck u up faggot,
now i get ready to attack back to any nigga who lack,
reall emcee skills they capabilites aint good enough,
i put a dagger down yo osophegous-(cant spell it) if u try-n act though,
when i play poker its the only time i bluff,
now i'm a rip yo eye balls out n put em back in yo socket,
when i blast off its like houston lauched another rocket,
now rock-it, how i put it down fo-ya,
man i knew i was gunna kill first time i saw-ya.

i aint psycho my rhymes is under control/
know when to let loose and stap a nigga in the back......................
slash his throat, and shove the coke down his nose/
flame fire optics rockin eye sockets so u can focus/
im crazy daranged a fuckin freak of nature/
ya better seek the manager when i speak wit anger/

nigga yo rhymes aint controlled,
u just frontin and that shit gunna get yo ass rolled,
now i just told-ya why i'm psyco cuse i'm mo then mental,
i aint sentimental and hell no i aint gental,
i shoot u in yo knees and make u bow down to-me,
and now i'm soon to-be, seen on most wanted,
trill i'm the most daunted,
and before u get a chance to get ready,
i cut u waist up with a ma-shetty,
my hits deadly and it aint likely,
of u to like-me, so homie be afraid,
cuse i'm like a mercenery but i kill un-paid,
in this game i'm nameless but i aint fameless,
i leave u brainless with a hollow from this stain-less,
u can see god in a second its pain-less,
fuck the feds D.E.A and the police,
they dont fuck with me when i got a piece,
i chase them po's in they own caprice,
man i'll even threaten to shoot yo niece.

i eat dismembered body parts for breakfast
slice ya head off wit my knife at the necklace
skitzo wit sick flow, rip dro, got me so
fuckin crazy from the blunt fumes and shrooms
got me thinkin that im micheal myers
suck the blood outcha body like a vampire
my cereal is nails and bleach, those i fail to reach
i shot dead, pot head wit a box lead
9 milly people dicer, homocide enticer
ain't none nicer, till i snap 'n go nuts
and shoot leave you lookin like donuts
torture wit a blow torch, shit scorch
off ya skin leave you lookin like meat
hard to run away when i cut off ya feet
damn hard to scream wit no tongue
and it hard to breath when you got no lungs

u aint a psycho emcee u just sick,
i live to merk emcees who pathetic,
u dont want this shit to get hectic,
cuse i come with those punch lines where eva u dont expect-it,
i'll kill u with sugar like u a diabetic,
leave u batered so bad u look like an epileptic,
i pour karosene down yo vocal chord,
u best betta pray to the lord, fo a second chance fo yo survival,
u get multiple hollows thru yo chest cavity so there no chance fo yo if u my rival,
cuse i'm mo dangerous then an abo who's tribal

you can't be pyshco like me
i blast fake emcees
lil bitches who blast traps and open words til they get the broken
hand/ yo whole crew sound flat..so whats with that shit
given lil rhymes can't find yo wit/
words fo tha smart/ I take it too tha heart/
and clip that shit, destroy yo frame/
burn in hell bitch I'm pullin out the flame... throwa don't test me
bless me/ I'm surgical with this bitch so don't test me

i'm so psycho i'm bout to rip yo head off,
i diminish emcees faster then coins collected by sonic the hedgehog,
come against me and get faced with the killa lyricasist,
i'm straight killin-this 6 inch deep so ofcourse u feelin-this,
lryical arsonist,
i'm mo dangerous then a 2 by 4 rapped in barb wire,
burn u to the 3rd degree like a jet's flame,
and char ur skin way past the point known to most people,
leave yo ceribellum exposed like it was blasted off with a desert eagel,
i'm so fuckin psycho they shuld make trill illegal

im psycho b/c i don't take my medication

i'm ruthless not takin shit from anyone/
i'm known by my friends as a fighting phenomenon/
knockin out guys left and right/
im not scared when it comes to a fight/
u'll probably get scared and take flight/
scared me and my might/
dont even front cos u'll get put in a coma/
u might wake up up but ur life is as gud as ova

i'm so psycho i'm constantly gettin chased by the pentegon,
people just beggin me not to drop the lyrical bomb,
and evaporate yaw emcees up into water vapor,
i'm mo dangerous then a leagal accusation on paper,
i'm mo psycho then an assasin set on a mission,
fuck with me n i'll fuck up the whole matrix system,
i'm as dangerous as cobra poison,
from far i look the devil in the horizon.

im a fuckin physco/ run u of a cliff/
jump wit u just so i can fight you/
fuckin suicidal blow up like a arab when I find you

y'all may be psychotic, but if that's the case what I got I don't know what to call it.//
blow'n up on my comp. like a bomb wit a stick of tnt strapped to each side of it.//
blind side my victems before I hit, pour in spit down on they heads an' drownin' them.//
surroundin' them like a swarm of angry killa beez, they'd call me mr.meth but I'm even more fucked up than he-is.//
stuck up to beat it, pull the heat-n defeat 'em.//
swolen feet after I deliver the boots to give ya face a stain of black and blue.//
fuck rap, I'm-a step up to your face and see what you do.....//