PSYCHO FREESTYLE

VERSE 1:

I keep it realer than Randy with his rhinoceros horns,

screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

this is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,

I'm at the tip-top, I'm hopin' y'all flip-flop in this war,

you wonder about my lyrics? That shit's obvious whore,

I'm making albums, wonder what I'm dropping it for,

poppin' shit off, get to bloggin' and to copping it or,

I'll be under your bed at night, so drop to the floor,

'round the clock, till I make my own Clockwork of Orange,

so cower when you hear that loud knock at your door,

lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,

I'm Lucifer, I'm more like Shady or like Hopsin to y'all,

I don't give a fuck about you 'cuz I'm mocking it all,

cocking guns, 'cuz you know I rap cocky and more,

so come against me, bitch this shit is chopper galore,

I can run up to the station, grab some hostages or,

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

and I'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

the mission, fight for my rights like the Beastie Boys,

and leave the court, shoot the judge, head for East Detroit,

I'm crazy as a Ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,

running from the cops like that shit is an Olympic sport,

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword