Underground Psycho (feat. C Mob)

Yeah, I'm that individual that you don't want to see on a full moon

Might turn into werewolf, shit **** it can be a nightmare if I go kookoo

Brain splatter on the floor, any minute I get with it, yeah I did it

If a motherfucker wolfing

I don't want to hear that hold on, wait  minute, I just want to talk

Motherfucker just take the ass whooping

Mmm-hmm, sick ****, still on the block with gangsta shit

Stand outside with the heater on

Go on a mission with a gangsta bitch

Up in the club with a gang of bitches

You can act like I ain't the shit

Bu don't be all up on me when I'm leaving with the homies

And you running through the door like you're chasing dick

What's this? Like a **** ain't big no more?

Coming through the door, doing different shows

Fucking hoes, **** on the road

I ain't lit no more?

Maybe cause a **** don't spit slow-mo?

And you other **** is this so-so?

Back up out my lane 'fore I rip a **** brain

Get the fuck up out my way, I ain't playing no more

Hold up ****, you trying to smoke up all the weed again, ****?

No, hey, come in here with that shit, ****

I'm-I'm, I swear you ain't going to be doing this shit to me again, ****

You know what I mean, when I'm in this motherfucker trying to do my shit

I got you, ****, I just need a quick hit **** before I go in

I'm back

Give me the weed I need to before a **** do my verse

Smoking it by the ton, I need a pound to fill my fucking hearse

Yeah, I play to win, I used to sit them when I play, watch the Rays event

Different motherfuckers coming everyday to spend

I made so much money at the day's end

(Un-underground psycho)

You don't really want to tag on your toe

I'm going to leave them with a forty four mag on your ho

Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor

(Un-underground psycho)

Fuck around you'll be losing your brain

Make a move when I go and get the tools out the shed

I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head

(Un-underground psycho)

Most of you rappers are whack with the bars

Better come correct, don't act like you're hard

I'm going to leave your body parts in the back of my yard

(Un-underground psycho)

No love for a punk or a bitch

Keep them in the basement or the trunk of my whip

Then when I'm done you'll get dumped in a ditch

Different ****, call it what you want to, I'm a fucking nut

Coming in wolfing disrespectful shit

All these little **** will fuck you up

Some of the **** might cut you up

And put you in the freezer with the chicken guts

Get ready for the filleting I can open up his brain

I can hear you people saying this **** nuts

When I get up on it and I really be up on it

I be pushing like a comet, I be feeling supersonic

Kind of like I was bionic with the gin and fucking tonic

And I really go gorillas 'cause I was feeling super on it

To the motherfucker wolfing till I make him taste the vomit

Then I bring it to the dark and then I make you feel it haunted

And I feed him to the fish and make them meal up out the stomach

When I'm skidding past a motherfucker like I work at Sonic, holy shit

Wicked ****, come from the era of the gangsta pimp

Won't be caught dead in skinny jeans

Bitches still walk around with a gangsta limp

Half the new **** is gangsta simps

Better yet not, gangsta wimps

You better for reala and you better be a killer

Fore you run up on gorilla blood, I ain't a chimp

Psycho ****, living up on the edge, head full of steam

I'm from Diego, California where these **** run up on you

Turn your face into bologna at the pull of green

Yeah, I'm going to shoot them when I'm murdering a witch ****

When I catch them, wouldn't want to be a bitch ****

I could't give a mad fuck about a president

That's still a bitch in person that'll run up on a rich ****

(Un-underground psycho)

Do you really want to tag on your toe?

I'ma leave them with a forty four mag to your ho

Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor

(Un-underground psycho)

Fuck around you'll be losing your brain

Make a move when I go and get the tools out the shed

I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head

(Un-underground psycho)

Most of you rappers are whack with the bars

Better come correct, don't act like you're hard

I'm going to leave your body parts in the back of my yard

(Un-underground psycho)

No love for a punk or a bitch

Keep them in the basement or the trunk of my whip

Then when I'm done you'll get dumped in a ditch

Pedal to the metal, man I never half ass shit

On another level, spitting that acid

Give them that package, then I act savage

You are not a rapper you are just a whack actress

Radio rappers are quicker to slaughter

Feel like I'm giving this dick to your daughter

Fucking them till it gets thicker than water

Lyrically castrating rappers, so we probably on one

You don't want to see me get loco, you are not OG Bobby Johnson

They're telling me I'm sort of crazy

I'd say the odds are more than maybe

Killing off gold diggers, can't afford a lady

I'm going to leave them in the trash like aborted babies

Sick of the trickery tricks'll be history if you be fucking with me

Triggers be flickering whistling wickedly sickening

It'll be something to see

Laying in the back of a seven-eleven, send you up to heaven

Ascended to pearly gates

Scalping a motherfucker like a Native American

Instead of a tomahawk I'm using a thirty eight

Sicker than syphilis, twisted like licorice

Gifted with wickedness, bitches and mistresses

Lifted like Icarus, this is ridiculous

Chris is meticulous with the word ripping this

Dropping pipe bombs in your chimney on Christmas

Like a sadomasochistic Saint Nicholas

Twisted Insane like C-Mob are coming through your neighborhood

Tearing shit up, we're so sick with this

(Un-underground psycho)

You don't really want to tag on your toe

I'm going to leave them with a forty four mag to your ho

Leave you chopped up laying in a bag on the floor

(Un-underground psycho)

Fuck around you'll be losing your brain

Make a move when I go and get the tools out the shed

I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head

(Un-underground psycho)

Most of you rappers are whack with the bars

Better come correct, don't act like you're hard

I'm going to leave your body parts in the back of my yard

(Un-underground psycho)

No love for a punk or a bitch

Keep them in the basement or the trunk of my whip

Then when I'm done you'll get dumped in a ditch