Psycho

[Verse 1: Raiza] I don't need a lyricist, to tell me i'm sick I'll shit in your face bitch while i'm taking a piss Grab the chainsaw now body is all over the ground I've got a fetish for blood, that's why i'm rolling around People think i'm crazy for what i say in these songs Maybe they're right, because i know they ain't wrong I don't even know this song, don't even know the title I'm jacking off to you're wife while i'm reading the bible I don't know what's going on in my mind A mix of psychosis and drugs combined A screw-loose, i'm a fruit loop and i am never sober Get off Youtube, wear a tutu and drink some Coca-Cola This shit is disturbing so play this shit loud It's that crazy boy from London town Like Cypress Hill i take hits from the bong, i've got my hands down my pants while i'm singing this song [Hook: Raiza] X2 I'm a psycho (psycho) Don't make me fuck around Turn the lights on Don't even make a sound [Verse 2: Kuniva] You don't wanna start problems with a real one I'm fearsome i'll put the tech nine up to your eardrum Yh i'm born luny I'm psycho with the tooly Unruly, rude as hell but your bitch that wanna do me Kuniva never play those games and y'all lame You a pussy getting dug out tonight, there's raw blood in my veins I maintain slapping by snatching hoes up and giving the dick Gun or knife or grenade you can pick Bloody murder scenes are left in my backdrop I'll let Raiza cut you up and leave you like a flat-top Get your moms back shots if she that hot I was born a dick so it's a must that i attack twat On some crazy shit, let 380 spit Knocking kids on they ass that's the way i babysit So if you happen to see me with my hands bloody, it's more than likely one of my victims ran from me [Hook] [Verse 3: Swifty Mcvay] I'm in the UK spinning grip I'm with a bitch sipping liquor at dinner and i spit up my fish and chips I'm an ignorant belligerent pimp with brown pigment They talk about sticking me up, that just a figment of they imagination I break into ya pad have your chick masturbating with the barrel of the mag I'm thoroughbreded, see my head is too gassed up Off of drinking a cup of unleaded fuel i don't give a fuck I'm a livid nigga, that likes to live it up I get a rush when i hear your rigamortis crunch And mucking your crew is like another day at lunch Your main boss he wear the smallest panties in ya bunch So you don't get a pass, putting thongs in ya ass I laugh when you be all up in them blogs looking mad What's sad is they got guns but they won't even blast You talk trash well imma gladly put you in that bag [Hook] [Outro]