Why I'm Psycho cypher
 

Spit about why u a psycho and what makes u a psycho lyricist.
(Example)
I'm a psycho emcees because my thoughts run like track meets/
Visualizing skin piercings like my words are literal shark teeth/
Unstoppable takin shots hard to da chests like i don't feel it/
Morbid thoughts and a flatulate thought pattern make me a wild lyricist/
Get it???? Got it???? Good!!! Spit !!!

stupid ass freestyle
 

a ruthless mc i make violent scenes/
only through your wildest dreams/
you see me making silence scream/
and redeem souls like a lyrical grim reaper/
while ya cleaning rugs, they call me the street sweeper/
a dluzional mind rhymes with a sense of pride/
the only sense i got, is sensing society deprives/
and act so suprised by knives pierced into there wives chest/
stupid enough to go to afghanistan without a bullet proof vest/
and test if they got any guns/
while osama chasing me and im smoking anthrax into my lungs

yo i got hell's dominions fleein the scene
cuz i show whats 'within ya', and it'll make ya see green
shove my fist in your stomach and rip out ya spleen
that what you get for think i'm not mean
and sick, like michael myers in halloween flicks
but i dont need a mask, you wont see me i'm too quick
before you can scream your vocal cords'll be on the floor
so even if you wanted you couldn't yell for more

Thoughts of malicious action/
Visualizations of viscious attackings/
I'm judging fools like mathis/
I make hollow tips fly like swarms of yellow jackets/
It's like chapped lips i'm bout to get it crackin/
Psycho cuz iono da difference between stabbin and mackin ~1~
Just to play around

commit'n armored robbery wit silinced nines...
i'm the violent type, sing'n silent night while you sleep...
com'n wit ice pics jus to see you bleed...


check it...


you live life casually, but end up as a casualty...
when you battle me, cuz actually my minds filled wit insanity...
i like to bleed an recieve scars from the wounds i accumalate...
while you kids play wit video games an simmulate pain...
i bring the evil tendencies that grow up inside of me...
not a soul can see beyond the cloud of insanity that grows inside of me...
i leave bodies stacked up, every once in awhile i'll crack up...
an laugh at the lack of respect i hold for the heads that i've cracked...


fuck...i got off topic too much...o well...jus forget my post

sick wit tha flow...ayo
 

i so hungry wit this money i sold crack to tha two who produce me/
and my trackz...tha nigga who produce me/
they steady tryin to shot at me/
cause i mad they girlz pussy loose and happy/
i been nappy i been scappy...got tha world mad at me/
cause i pimp ya dad with a purse and a wig/
and i battle niggas wit tha intension of makin'em another "BIG"/
fuck wit tha god and leave behind kidz/

"BIG means...i make u like biggie smalls, big l, big pun...die and leave behind kids" whoa

I'm fucked up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

I cut out my own heart
to kill myself that's only the start
on this fuckin freestyle I embark
like i'm on a journey
wit my attourney
leavin marks on a fuckin gurney
ready to fuck this bitch, the bed sturdy
but rip out her kidney
then pass that shit to my homie
tellin dead bitches to blow me
the dead corpses that know me

chameleon killin crowds by the million

the psycho on a killin spree
ready to stick the corpse 5 more times and flee
to the north side of the city
its a pity that you tried to get with me
fuckin dead remains
splattered brains all about the horses reigns
gallop up to the wide open plains
of the folks that got sleign
and with nothin to gain
except for pain
the type of shit you can't ordain
but thats how I entertain

my lyrics are a nightmare not a fantasy//
they haunt you like freddy Cruger you cant get away from me//
makin critics idalize me cause im only a newbie//
but fuck that, i expect credit like the end of a movie//
ima fuckin conspiracy ta slap ya mouth a sew your lips up completely// ya cant beat me// stop and listen the fat lady is already singing//

OnE.

i kaint help how krazy i am/
i spit ill rhymes lyke fruit loops and tucan sam/
dese bars i can spray lyke pam/
juss lyke i wuz blowin up chinks in nam/
sam i am, no green eggs n ham/
BAM!

yo im soo crazee ill steal an old lady's scooter bike~yo
ill stab a bum 4 n reason like da white boy from American Phsy~co
yo im so crazee, i actually lauf while watchin Dave Chapelle
Visit da penatenory but i dunt kno nobody in jail//
Take a bitch dentures even tho i got teeth of ma own
i really rip ma hair out 2 try 2 make da first human clone//
im goin 2 da mental department, i should have already been~in~it
Saw R.Klly sex tape still 50 times n still thought he waz in~no~cent//
Sexually aroused by the thought of tittes slappin ma face
One time i mstaked air freshner 4 a bottle of mace//
Im more crazier den da sped. edz.* dat go 2 ma skool
so crazee, i listened 2 rock n thought da shit MAD COOL!//

__________________________________________________ __ *sped ed - special education kids
cypher iz not tru, nuttin mentioned in diz verse iz factual lolz.

~UnO

hahaha
 

oh shit.
you talkin about american psycho
tight
that's a sicc ass movie
I was thinkin of doin a rhyme with a little somthin about that movie,
I like the alibi that patrick bateman uses all the time
you know
"I was probably returning video tapes." hahahaha!!!!!
"uh, it's cranberry juice, cran apple.
that movie is funny as hell.

ok that's all I wanted to say
late.

twitchin with sick raps at half sections//
I got midwest central mental patients directions//
4 cell blocks to insanity massacres//
malacy hell and all of it's passengers//
stuck the clutch to sixth along with seven cells in it's calibres//
drifted in the myst and then ripped as I delivered it's inhabitors//
viper snypers that like to hype cyphers//
I'm homeicidally high until veins pulsates my brains//
suicidally why I amputated the pains//

I'll tell you what/
I'm so crazy ima eat your butt/
regergitate and spit it out of my gut/
and then i'll do it again/
cuz you aint none of my friend/
or a foe,i know you know how it go/
i'll lift you up and stab you/
let you bleed all ova my floor/
can't handle it/
get the fuck out/
don't hit your ass on the door

im the realest psycho, there's nothing to explain about my style
im a michael jackson personnator that walks across 8 mile
i rap vengeance through sentences with no commas or dots
the opposite of poppa doc, i dont freeze out cold on the spot
take out all your reletives, bag em up at once in a grave
no side of me thinks that the towers trajedy was a shame
making your rap lame cuz you come at me with sumthing strained
what a perfect picture frame, a nice blood stain with a knife in your brain
check your keys dawg, if there in my hands, no telling what you will see
i could easily burn down your house, but tying your spouse is more pleasure to me
for the last trick ill go highjack a plane through a wave in the air
with insane locked in a cage, my dog's name, ya might think its unfair
tie the pilot to a chair with no air left in his lungs to breath
one more man deceived in front of my eyes is the pleasure i seek
but this post is the first time that i mention this in weeks
my thrill of throwing geeks off of hills trapped to jeeps while still deep in there sleep

hah hahaah im crazy yo
thinkin shit that would get a child molester convicted
of sick homicidal rape .im a lunatic it
ill rip a bitch in half startin wit her pussy lips
gulpin down her dead brain matter wit sophisticated sips
im a gonna find her decapitated head drill out the eyeballs an skull fuck it , rub it ,duct tape it back up and go to work on her hips
not gonna stop until i crack those shits , and pack that shit
straight up her deceased prosteroir , my mentality is superior
and this isnt an isolated incident i got a whole new criteria
im gonna hang ur babyfrom its umbilicial chord fuck this noose
after this try an tell me im not crazier than yous

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.....//

Ya wanna see psycho
we can go bite for bite yo
ill field dress you like a deer
while drinking 100 proof so co not beer
ill act kinda like a queer
tie you to the bed posts
cut your fingers off and use em as a seasoning on my roast
youll be screamin oh my god your a fucking cannibal
and ill remove you scalp like that crazed man hannibal
then turn on some smooth beats
and use your brain as a drum
make you eat that roast its good aint it mm mm yum
blow my load in a cup and make you drink my cum
ima show ya i aint dumb
ill take you out back
of my little log shack
wrap you in rubber
then find your mother
bring her to you
and make her watch your face turn blue
then bury you 10 feet under
right next to your mother
surrounded by lbs and lbs of speed lime
you both be deteriorated in well....no time

yo im insane in the membrane like Cypress hill/
these voices in my head tellin me when to kill/
shoot u in the head froma mile away/
in the middle of a day/
any retalliation will be met with a spray from an ak/
and its all cuz i smoke enough weed to be shttin out stems and seeds.

im lyrikaly psycho no wun understands my actionz,
thats why i am the way i am i steady so shit wrong and thats a fact son//
wun of these days i decides to fucken snap,
strap wit the gap fillen holes taken out backs/
im psycho i be the first to admit it,
thats what keeps me in this games hte courage to admit it//
i get krazy like eminem afta kim,
pullin a gun on her and his nigga im bout to give dey brain a trim//
take it out by sectionz line after line,
i have steady aim always BOOM barks the nine//
i delete you just like i delete words off my computer,
i hand out bullets like the richmond timez disputer//
i love rappin peeps up in soaken leather watch it get tight,
your eyes pop out ya head bleedin death comes the fight and your life says good-night//

psh..
Im so crazy..
I got doctors strap'n me up and inject'n all kinds of varieties of poisonous remedies deep within my veins
You can find me in deep alleys smother'n and ripp'n open an almost still breathin human corpse as.. I crunch on bones like cookie waffers from nutty buddies Im so crazy.. I walk around with a wooden spoon incase an enemy approaches me b/c i might attack and leave their skull scrapped clean I gotem' missin brains
Im Anthony Hopkins in silence of the lamb.I rip skins off bodies and hang them dry on racks'then sell em' to kids for halloween costumes..this nigga so crazy..
I beat my enemies faces in until their internal organs explode open to the external...get me shot up, sliced, or blown up, i still dont feel pain..i leave niggas lungs vital clogged up like fat stoping the flow of arteries Im crazy.. I reach in between their rib cages and squeeze the heart until its flushed out like stomachs filled with alcoholic beverages..I grab intestins and leave shit flowing out like uh water faucet...
too crazy..

I'll play a muthafucka like my lyrics be weak/
A Venus Flytrap bitch, lure they ass to my heat/
My verbalz be Teflon to These Donz/
I'm gettin' 'em pissed but really they gettin' pee'd on/
Got 'em pre-writin' shit like they goin' against a veteran/
Give 'em bad reactions like misdiagnostic medicine/

i been havin psyho thougts, runnin thru ma brain\\
all i wanna do is inflict alittle pain\\
a little tiny cut, i promise it you wont feel a thing\\
ill cut your third finger, so i can take yo ring\\
dont mess with me cause im a psycho, im fucked up in the head\\
dont mess with me cause im a psycho, i'll be one till im dead\\

u aint psyco just stupid

im the righteous, yet unholy one
don't leave a corpse until my feeding is done
you inclined to run,yet you gonna stay til the end
throw you threw portals that will make ya mind bend
you can't defend as you descend into the darkness
my verbals more terrifying then the monster of loch ness.
I dropped this
with intentions to overstand, its underplanned
yet by the end you be in holy land
unholy lamb
ready to be sacrificed
such evil thoughts in my head, have to kill it twice
deady doctor, preparing your mastoidectomy
apparently your head is gonna be verbally severed-g
I slaughter
and send you back to your ancesters
dirty blade slashes ya oysters, an leaves you to let the pain fester
i can't express in words the evil thoughts my mind think
drank blood from a child i kidnapped from my local skating rink
you could never sink
to my level of insanity
caused so much terror even hell banned me...

A Yo dease cats don't know dis LADY is fuckin crazy-
I wish a kat would spit some shit that dey know will faze me-
N drive me ballistic to da point where I just might maybe-
Get behind the fuckin wheel and run dem over like Ms. Daisy.

I'll take a BAT TO YOUR HEAD swingin wishin you was dead-
Have you HOME RUNNIN to da crib on yo death bed-
Afraid to sleep YOU FEARIN ME cryin for da Rescue League-
DAMN PUSSY ain't no mercy comin from Poetic B-

I'll have you ticken like a clock filled wit anxiety-
Have you cryin to yo doctor CLINICALLY FEARIN ME-
Blocken anti-histamines cause I'm dat cold that will not leave-
Blocken any hope I see and shuttin down remedies-
DATS ALL YOU'LL GET FROM ME.

:sleep:

why am i psyco cause bitches always hattin/and when they come around me they asses be fakin/in my face you smilin/in yo face i see it that shit profilin/i'ma psyco motherfucka when bitches make me mad/the next thang you know you get kick in the ass/when i come and shoot you i always where a mask/you hoes must be on dope you need to stay on task/and bitches make me mad when they mug me in the class/that's why i'ma psyco that shit gone forever last