| Lyrics: | [Chorus - B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a pyscho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in
vain
Cause I'm a pyscho
[Verse 1 - Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no
man, I'll split a open,
Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as
boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was
focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come
Smoke 'em, No one knows
my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could
fuck the culture up,
Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak
when
You spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
What
you hoes'll do
[Verse 2 - Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up,
show up at your residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm
prepared to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it
can happen
Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm
dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun and
Your
son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you
awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you
see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 -
Bizzare]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck
Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,
Exce |
