Lyrics

He's something, isn't he? When you see me in your area, just know that death is coming through Consumed by all my evil thoughts, I don't know what the fuck to do Drop down when you see the chopper hanging out the coupe 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the loose Hell set, manic bring the motherfucking world panic Anyone can get it, what motherfucker want the static? Gas all on your chest, but I can flip this bitch and turn it tragic Sold my soul to Satan, he bestowed me with the wish he granted Tight, psycho's on the l- 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the l- Tight, psycho's on the l- 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the l- Drag me from your hair and leave you in the rain all fucked up This for all you pussy motherfuckers who be acting tough Strapped up with the AK and get back, and you can't handle us Laughing while I torture motherfuckers, I'm so scandalous Dear Lord, if you are real, just strike me down so here I wait Cleanse me from my sins and wipe the blood off of my face Come down straight from your throne and give me all your lucky grace Bitch, I'm running up to Heaven kicking down the Pearly Gates Tight, psycho's on the l- 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the l- Tight, psycho's on the l- 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the l- Tight, psycho's on the l- 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the l- Tight, psycho's on the l- 51-50, lock your door, the psycho's on the l-
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Ivan Ramirez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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