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 !!!

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

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 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

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