Psychosis

[Intro] I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta... [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] Psychosis I’m going mental I'm stuck in the melody Call me instrumental Hip hop felonies Down with the gentle Gotta analyse what I been threw Fuck you! Tourette one of my disorders I been Horus Make the beat explode when I spit on it Supersonic I’m fluid like gin tonic And when I say I'm killing it Its just symbolic Come and hang with the Dopekids Come and hang and ima show you how the show business is If you the lawn then I'm mowing it Because I'm way too thick like I’m Jay-Z’s lower lip Can’t get a grip on my sober shit Now let me break these niggas down to the last little bit And blast cum on your pretty bitch Cause I got medical issues And more than just a silly twitch Get out my way cause I'm pretty pissed Grab niggas by their necks and dump em in a dirty ditch And dirty dicks for your nerdy bitch Ima never switch Stay like this Till I’m 36 You jerk prick just insert disc Or Ima get busy like a insurgist Its Way more than I can cope with Hopeless Dope D.o.D. living with a psychosis [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] Come along come and see it Psychotic being, circus freak: Skits! I cut wack mc’s career’s short as a fetus Now I'm on the brink of destroying world leaders I enter arena’s, seen as the beast in the sport Chopping down crews with a 3 meter sword When P’s on the boards there’s a chemical reaction Run while ya can start heading for the exits Cause my skin melts off when I transform And shut down blocks like a sandstorm You come across as a nervous teen I go blind in the club and wake up to a murder scene Drug tester, raise my blood pressure I give chicks a case a shock lecture Raps mad hatter, in effect! I kill a track with flows from the bottom of the river bed And I ain't finished yet, within a milli sec I cut the crap and snatch ya by ya little head I hit the switch to high voltage And stay slick as I live in Psychosis!!! [Verse 3: Sean price] Psychosis, I wrote this Heroin Needle with wings, fly dope shit Port of Miami.am hanging near a boat bitch Open the box and thats where the coke bricks I'm so slick, no wave grease When the 4 spit, don't wave peace I'm about war, diamond with no flaws Rhymin is so raw, climbing from dirt poor Mentally sick, I'm meant to be rich But I'm the opposite, I pop the 5th and empty the clip No smile and the fucked up grin Profile with the scuffed up timbs Past the point of no return Blast the joint, ignore the burns Lost contact with reality Psychosis who the fuck wanna battle me!