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Master P - Psycho Rhymes lyrics
Yo it's 1992 and Master P is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody sing along, bitch.) (STOP THE MUSIC!) We are the world We are the dealers We are the ones that sell crack cocaine So let's start sellin' There's a fiend in every hood Dumb fiends that bring they pipes It's truly nigga betta then That's why we dealin' (C'mon everybody) We are the world We are the dealers We are the ones that sell crack cocaine So let's start sellin' (Talking muffled by loud beats) Check this out fool I'm at this party These two bitches lookin' hella pretty I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' T I say "Your hole there - it's about to explode" I took a gat to her ass & she took off her clothes In other words I be movin' fast like a pick...pocket See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac I gotta top it I talk to the bitch ... before I kill 'em I'm like a psycho like Charles Manson - the blood drilla' I take yo life and take yo arms and cut the bitches off And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf And break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go You untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes For a dead bitch - ya give some good head Ya must be on yo period - 'cause my dick is bloody red I left it in you I see you face - ya about ta cry But before ya do make me pull out them eyes... Make me slap yo mother-fuckin' face but don't speak That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled See I'm a crazy motherfucker and that shit's real Yo man, whacha think about that (Man, what you say about that is bullshit - that shit ain't real) Oh, aight, check this out It's 1993 and Master P is back in this motherfucker Ya know what I'm sayin' I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit But see, I'm back Ya know what I'm sayin' I'm about to get paid And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me There's gonna be a bloody murda Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music |
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