Psycho

Yeah... I call my cannon "poppa" I'm the shit, smell me? You can't mask it— This not the phantom of the opera The cannibal of rap— knock you out on camera Turn around and play it back on When Animals Attack I'm a psycho like no other I am out my shit The bitch picked up my shot and drank it so I fuckin' shot the bitch I'm controllin' lots of shit I can go from rock 'n' roll to opposite Hip-hop and shit, never miss like Stojaković Pop up on you, pop you quick, run your pockets, pocket it Killin' what I'm not feelin', trigger's strung like a violin Consignment— tell the buyer, "Welcome to my environment" I'm violent, my rhyme's on fire like dyin' firemen Thirty-two year-old pioneer Who'll leave you lyin' if you usin' iron Where you niggas pink, I am rare Where they're servin' up the drinks, I am there Take the cops to water, S.W.A.T. the shore up Like somebody saw a fly in it Any thing movin' — I want in Unless it's the skinny-jean movement: I want out I don't need nobody else to ride for me — I roll out Before I shoot you say "'member me?" You wasn't forgot about I got a pocket full of stones My niggas'll be on your head For some money to stay in the prostitutin' zone I will let the bully off Beef with me is like a lock connected to a bra: You be naked, can't pull it off Imagine murderin' your record company for merging with Who gave you a deal cause you ain't deserve it I'm not a rapist, bitch, I'm just a pervert Crazy dude with a dick full of baby food, now switch to Gerber Lyrics is murder. Get it and put your gun away I whip a "Pacquiao" when it's Spring, sell it through the Summer You can call me Money May, your money funny, run away Take the K off a fake, leave a nigga Dunaway Get it? I go ballistic on your spirit That chopper look like somebody put some scissors to your fitted I've been wit' this from the beginnin' If you visual picture me killin' witnesses If I'm the defendent, I was offended I rap a lot but I'm not independent Drink alcohol a lot, knowin' my only real problem is spendin' The metaphors and them similes is career endin' Your melon's soar to infinite's what I intended Don't get in trouble, you get me pissed and my fist'll hit ya You hearin' birds and seein' doubles like picture picture You hearin' doubles you heard me say I was sicker sicker I'm gonna go get the papers— get the papers Your bitch sucked my johnny two times Polished me like a hella shoe-shine Get your shine box, Ryan got a goodfella coupon I fit the description of a killer wit' a ridiculous dick Why is your bitch so mentally into me? Shit! But she can miss me with the sensitive, intimate shit All I do is poke holes like I be fencin' with chicks Picture black attitude — Before I meet you I'm naturally mad at you You have to be that into gratitude If you like livin' life then kiss my ass and you cool I'm hot like your gun'll be after you pass me the tool Don't have to be rappin' at your talent show at your school To have the full capacity of my faculty clappin' at you We'll actually get your rap group a casket or two Never did a movie cause I'm too busy actin' a fool!