Sorta Like a Psycho

Artist: RBL Posse Album: A Lesson to Be Learned Song: Sorta Like a Psycho (Black C) Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go Spray the whole town cuz a nigga is a Schizo Little freaky deaks try to say a nigga mean But I spray they punk ass with my Uzi machine (What you gon' do that shit fo'?), lay your punk ass on the flo' Since you wanna be captain save a ho -> Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat (Is that a cap gun?) no it was my mothafuckin mac Or my deuce deuce, mothafucka' call it what you want to (I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room Motherfucka', motherfucka', motherfucka', please! Since you're in(on) my fuckin' penis Won't you drop to your fuckin' knees Bow wow wow, yipee yo, yippee yippe yay Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin' day Nigga, ya' fuckin' with the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic Nigga that is on one B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin name I put up the deuce deuce an' pull out my 12 gauge Boom, boom, boom, I watch the nigga head fall off Then I hit the guts with my mothafuckin' sawed off Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot But next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock (chorus) To the whole school gettin' wild throwin' 'em ups -scratching- Hunter's Point, give it up smooth! Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack While I'm up in the cuts, blowin' off niggas back's But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin' biz wax A nigga's fin'a get tax, a nigga goin' mad, -BANG BANG- They call me Mad Max A mothafuckin' rebel (a crazy ass bastard) Punk mothafucka' just call me Charles Manson Tear it off bro, (man what the fuck fo'? "Give it up smooth") Is my mothafuckin' mando But, I see the blue and white suits wanna get me And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T Bring 'em on, bring em' on, bring em', I'm finna hit the cuts And I'm finna Shake N' Bake 'em Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin' back do' I'm finna (or feelin) straight chill wit' a fat sack of Indo -Bitch gimme some mothafuckin' zig-zags ho- Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce, and watchin Mad Shoes all muddy, and pants stain' wit green grass But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9 Stepped with pep to the mothafuckin window The gun in the right hand, the left one indo But the coast is clear, I'm fin'a take a chill pill Fuck that shit, gimme a break down before I get ill Chorus I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a Hearse Fuckin' wit' me, you should'a seen they fuckin' head burst Pulled out the U to the Z to the I Punk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicide Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thang Got four in the head, and one in tha' dingaling And if they didn't know me by now Then they'll never, ever, ever, EVER know me (Mr.Cee) So you should've be listenin' from the get go Cuz a villain on the under is about to flow I'm a nigga that moves in silence And I get a head rush, in the midst of violence A lot of people don't think high 'a me The reason: cuz I'm a product of a violent society And that's the way the shit goes! Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your dough? And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger Yeah there's a lesson to be learned But no one to notice, so niggas gettin' burned Chorus