Underground Psycho

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane] Yeah... I'm that individual that you don't wanna see up on a full moon Might turn into werewolf, shit nigga it could be a nightmare if I go kookoo Brain splatter on the floor, any minute I could whittle, yea I did it if a muthafucka wolfin I don't wanna here that "hold on, wait a minute, I just wanna talk" muthafucka just take the ass whooping Sick nigga, still on block with gangsta shit Stand outside with the heater on, go on a mission with a gangsta bitch Up in the club with a gang of bitches, you can act like I ain't the shit But don't be all up on me when I'm leaving with the homies And you runnin through the door like you're chasing dick (Brainsick) What's this...? like a nigga ain't big no more? Comin through the door, doing different shows, fuckin hoes, niggas on the road, I ain't lit no more? Maybe cause a nigga don't spit slow-mo? And you other niggas is this so-so? Back up out my lane, 'fore I rip a nigga brain, get the fuck up out my way, I ain't playing no more... (Normal Voice:) Hold up nigga, you trying to smoke up all the weed again nigga? (No..) Aye, come in here with that shit nigga I-I'm-I swear you ain't gonna be doing this shit to me again nigga. (A'ight) You know what I mean, when I'm in this motherfuka tryin' to do my shit (A'ight, I got you) I just need a quick hit nigga before I go in Alright, I'm back Give me the weed I need to be before a nigga do my verse Smoking it by the ton, I need a pound to fill my fuckin hearse Yea I play to win, I used to sit em when I play, watch the rays event Different muthafuckas comin' every day to spend I made so much money at the days-a end (Hehehe!) [Hook] (U-underground psycho) you don't really wanna tag on your toe Imma leave em with a 44 mag to your ho Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor (U-underground psycho) fuck around you'll be losing your bread Make a move, yo I go get the tools out the shed I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head (U-underground psycho) most of you rappers are whack with the bars Better come correct, don't act like you're hard Imma leave your body parts in the back of my yard (U-underground psycho) no love for a punk or a bitch Keep em in the basement or the trunk of my whip Then when I'm done, you'll get dumped in a ditch... [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] D-d-d-d-different nigga, call it what you want to, I'm a fuckin nut Comin in wolfin disrespectful shit, all these little niggas will fuck you up S-some of the niggas even might cut you up, and put you in the freezer with the chicken guts Get ready for filleting I can open up his brain I can here you people saying "this nigga nuts"... When I get up ON IT and I really be up ON IT I be pushing like a COMET I be feeling super SONIC Kinda like I was BIONIC with the gin and fuck a TONIC and I really go gorillas Cause I was feeling super ON IT To the muthafucka wolfing till I make him taste the VOMIT Then I bring em to the dark and then I make you feel it HAUNTED And I feed em to the fish and make em meal up out the STOMACH When I'm skidding past a muthafucka like I work at SONIC Wicked nigga, come from the era of the gangsta pimp Won't be caught dead in skinny jeans bitches still walk around with a gangsta limp Half the new niggas is gangsta simps, better yet, not gangsta wimps You better for realah and you better be a killa Before you run up on gorillas, blood, I ain't a chimp Psy-Psy-Psycho nigga, living up over the edge head full of steam I'm from Diego California where these niggas run up on ya, turn your face into bologna at the pull of green Yea I'mma shoot em when I'm murdering a witch nigga, when I catch 'em, wouldn't wanna be a bitch nigga I couldn't give a mad fuck about a president that's still a bitch in person that'll run up on a rich nigga [Hook] (U-underground psycho) you don't really wanna tag on your toe Imma leave em with a 44 mag to your ho Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor (U-underground psycho) fuck around you'll be losing your bread Make a move, yo I go get the tools out the shed I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head (U-underground psycho) most of you rappers are whack with the bars Better come correct, don't act like you're hard Imma leave your body parts in the back of my yard (U-underground psycho) no love for a punk or a bitch Keep em in the basement or the trunk of my whip Then when I'm done, you'll get dumped in a ditch... [Verse 3: C-Mob] P-P-Pedal to the metal, man I never half ass shit On another level, spittin' that acid Give them that package, then I act savage You are not a rapper you are just a whack actress Radio rappers are quicker to slaughter I Feel like I'm givin this dick to your daughter Fuckin em till it gets thicker that water Lyrically castrating rappers, so we probably on one You don't wanna see me get loco you are not OG Bobby Johnson They're telling me I'm sort of crazy I'd say the odds are more than maybe Killin off gold diggers can't afford a lady Imma leave em in the trash like aborted babies Sick of the trickery tricks'll be history quickly if you be fuckin with me Triggers be flickering whistling wickedly sickening it'll be something to see Layin in the back of a seven-eleven send you up to heaven, ascended to pearly gates Scalping a mothafucka like a Native American, instead of a tomahawk I'm using a 38 Sicker than syphilis, twisted like licorice Gifted with wickedness, bitches and mistresses Lifted like Icarus, this is ridiculous Chris is meticulous with the word reminisce Dropping pipe bombs in your chimney on Christ-I-mas Like a sadomasochistic Saint Nicholas Twisted Insane and C-Mob are comin' through your neighborhood tearing shit up we're so sick with this... [Hook] (U-underground psycho) do you really wanna tag on your toe Imma leave em with a 44 mag to your ho Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor (U-underground psycho) fuck around you'll be losing your brain Make a move, yo I go get the tools out the shed I'm sick fuck, couple loose screws in my head (U-underground psycho) most of these rappers are wack with the bars Better come correct, don't act like you're hard Imma leave your body parts in the back of my yard (U-underground psycho) no love for a punk or a bitch Keep em in the basement or the trunk of my whip Then when I'm done, you'll get dumped in a ditch...