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Testo Psycho
Testo Psycho
A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn
I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
Yeah
You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face
Marriage
Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy
Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid
Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag
Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn
I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
Yeah
You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face
Marriage
Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy
Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid
Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag
Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin' with y'all...)
- Horror Movie Rap
- Now Watch 'Em Drop
- 1st Nigga From South Park
- Psycho Club
- Hood Talez
- Sic
- Video Games
- Outro
- Texas Chain Saw
- H-Town
Altri testi di Ganksta Nip
MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / BATSON, MARK CHRISTOPHER / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / LAWRENCE, TREVOR / PARKER, DAWAUN W. / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL
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Testi di Ganksta Nip
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing
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