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X-Raided - Fuckin Wit a Psycho lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Verse 1] I had a vision of a murder X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth Straight fucking with that sisqo, it got me noid I never should've started fucking with that 40 Now sprung out, stuck on the killa trip Trippin like a motherfucker, but now I'm through with it Got on the phone said "Amigo I'm on my way My bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay" she's talking to me like I got no brain Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I'm insane Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe So I got my 9 I was stressing Trew out a lotionhead to keep em guessing Went outside a house there was a dead bitch That what she gets from marrying a lunatic Im on that killa spree shooting that 9 Niggas dying cuz me and my bitch had a fight I know its fuckedup and fooled but thats the price ya paying Niggas fading my bitch is too when I sprung See I dont give a fuck about shit Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie) show me that you're a lunatic like show and ya might live when ya fuckin wit a psycho [Chorus: repeat 2X] Dont fuck with a crazy Motherfucker Dont fuck with a (a motherfucking Psycho) Dont fuck with a b---- [Verse 2] (Hell yeah) I did a walkby and the attitude I have is Fuck everybody if they ain't from the ?? (fo' sure) Little voices in my head got me doing dirt The ever deaths of the murder painted on my shirt Is it the sisqo that's fucking up my head? (maybe) Ain't it crunchy for the thirst of a nigga dead Was my bitch right, am I crazy? Or am I thinking the worlds trying to fake me? (he is) The only answer that I know is the killa chow Watching his ass bleed the pillars of a riot punk I got 2 homies meg0 and Brotha Lynch They know I'm crazy but they just didn't get convinced Yeah, now watch me kill this motherfucker I cracked his spine, take two limbs like a titty rowsucker I moved my pedals when I saw his body drop His neck was broke and his spinal cord was popped I can't be stopped (yeah), I got to take that fools life I'm outta bullets so fuck it, I use my knife Who's next to die don't know nobody no bitch stare No telling when you're fucking with a psycho [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm looking for a slida - some jack the ripper shit So I take a bitch and stick a fat knife in her clit, watch her twit My bricks turn to stone Cause I love to hear a motherfucker scream in a scare tone And then it's on, I'm digging in the dead bitch She can't feel it but I gives a fuck I like the shit I hear sirens, that's all I need to know The cops is on their way, it's time for me to go I hit a ?? and was headed for the house shot On deuce 4 street the cops had a roadblock 'What the fucks next?' is what I'm thinking I'm butt-naked and my plot is straight sinking I grabbed the bitch who was standing on the corner "You scream or hollah and I smoke ya, I won't budge." I put the knife to her throat and yelled out "Clear the street or this bitch's gon' get another mouth." The cops is like "Right yeah, let the lady go." I said "Hell no, I kill this bitch and that's on the fo'." I had the bitch by her throat wouldn't let her go She gotta die cause they're fucking with a psycho [Chorus] [Verse 4] (Fuck, picture this) (Cause I shot your punk ass in the midst) Now I'm in a fuckedup spot but I got a cool plot That I'mma use, and I'mma kill the hoe if they refuse To let me go cause nigga I know what's up If I cut the bitches throat then I'm fucked The cops don't care about blowing a top of me Cause I be delaying they coffee and donuts so I thought about my plot I'mma kill the hoe Based on the fact I put it on the motherfucking fo Cop listen ya better drop ya weapon and do shit Either that or I'm gonna let the bitch have it The cops is like 'go ahead kill the trick' probably cause the girl was a black bitch I said okay and put the knife to her throat I took a swing and then headed towards jumpo They started blasting and blasting at me About 20 shots, they never hit a nigga G I was running low, trying not to get popped Got chased by hundred white cops I got shot then I dropped like c-lo Just another day, in the life of a psycho |
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