Psycho Killa

y’all hearda this shit, murderin’ every verse that I spit

I twirl on a pip, then flip these sick perverted ass hits

hit ya with wicked written bars, harder than the ones in prison

thinkin’ this ain’t the shit? ya can lick my dick till it’s jizzin’

livin’ with shitty habits like burnin’ through ciggie packets

n’ murderin’ little rabbits then turnin’ ‘em into jackets

workin’ acts of magic gacked on thirty tabs of acid

any faggot tryna match it’s gettin’ slashes from a hatchet

smashin’ hash jays, slayin’ when my gats spray

n’ I get mo’ butts than a fucken ashtray

I’m slingin’ zip locked whip rocks in ya block

pickin’ locks, clickin’ thick glocks, hittin’ liquor shops

chill as a monk puffin’ blunts fulla skunk

sluts munchin’ on my junk till they drunk off the spunk

fuck oath I punch crushed bumps

n’ publicly munt once a month, suck my nuts, cunts

 

hit the reefer, cop a misdemeanour

meet ya, skeet inside ya beaver then proceed to beat ya

titty squeezer, bedroom pleaser

I get mo’ head than ted bundy’s freezer

servin’ the heat as I burst on the scene

words that I speak make ya turn in ya sleep

slurrin’ my words when I’m burnin’ these trees

slurp on ya bird till the girl squirts in my sheets

murder the beats like I’m dexter

tempted to make an attempt to step to me? I’ll neck ya!

y’all could never get ta the level of this lecture

venture in my sector, get ya wetter than the leisure centre

severin’ the heads of every one of my contenders

shreddin’ em like lettuce in blenders, dead n’ dismembered

heavy on the remi till the shells is empty

pop them caps in yo ass, just like shelvin’ MD