ill mentally unstable and unable to approach reality/
i will turn my soul into a genetic abnormality/
willingly falling to my fatality/
ignoring blood pooring from my anatomy/

im psycho cuz i just dont give a fuck
n plus i can take shit n handle bein struck
my name represents what i am
ill murder u on a river dam n record it on cam
n enjoy watchin me crush ur head like a golden gram
then id have ur mom give me an oral exam
then id kill her with a cowboy spur
n wake up next morning rememberin 1 big blurr

im psycho cause i diss bigger crews than you ever new i give them the finger or maybe two crazy cause i scream silent over nothin i get violent start to cut my own eyelids its me whos a psycho path dont cross my path or you will unleash my wrath
dont let out the demon cause ill make you eat my semen ill make you bow to me get down on one nee

They call me a pshyco because i get joy out of pain,
but when i give shots back the feeling aint the same,
My daily medication is a poke in my shoulder,
I see more weird things in a day than Scully and Mulder,
Would i trade my life, nahh not even for a million bucks,
but i'll trade it for a box of bullets so what the fuck,
my intentions are not to kill though, thats not why im here,
I took a step in this game and in every man struck fear.

y im pshyco cause i keep hearin u rap about da biblo

Im a pshco and this is true
but I know something about you
You got no game
wish to make a name
in this here rap game
but you can't image the pain
that I have felt
trying to get a gig in this place
hoping for someone to see my skills
hoping they will never give bills
to other rappers who spit fake shit
never been in the game just talk about BET
and RAP_CITY
hope you see why I am a psycho
it's not the way I was born
just the way I was rasied
out on the streets
people had to compete
at life or death not truth or dare.
playing cops and robbers was more fun with the real thing.

i'll eat glass for breakfast, punch babies with bricks/
if its a mic i'm touching then its rabies i spit/
so i'm loco, i dont know, what planet i'm on/
if sanity is a hare race then my rabbit is gone/
i'm grabbing my gun, oh wait, thats a pair of hedge trimmers/
but i can still use them to make your head thinner/
i twist arms backwards like i'm opening jam jars/
i giggle when i sit still, i'm schizo, this plans ours/

and im out. and very very ill.

I'm distracted by a mental caotic over load/
pulled in every direction I'm about 2 explode/
blood pressure's rising resricting my hemoglobe/
burning pains in my chest tormenting my soul/
vioces echo in my head telling me to turn cold/
everywhere I turn I face a new episode/
go a head and gun me down and let my body corrode/
rip the flesh from bones and leave me dead on the road/
Blood pouring from my eye's and shievering from the cold/
living every day of my life in that psychotic lunitic mold/
my brain is in pain and my soul has been sold/

Just another day in my war/
I awake and ask what God has in store/
how much more can I take before I'm wore to my core/
my mind is breaking down dont make me even the score/
dont make me wage a new war dont make me let out a roar/