Psycho

Yo, hey, yo, hey, yo Yo, man 5'4 Cut you like Michael Shot up your vehicle Better call GEICO Why would you think that I care if you like me? You're just a self conscious, clout chasing, hype beast Twist it, bop it, I got a rocket That boy thought he could out draw me Drop it, I'm in the mosh pit (Mayday) cockpit, give me the stick 'Cause I might just mop him Cut his liver and eat it for dinner Chop him and toss his limbs into the river Dexter magic Wrap it, stab it Cut up the body Pack it Sawed into him Now there's blood on the ceiling I can't feel bad because I have no feelings Blade to neck and his head started leaning Skinned him right to the bone while he was sleeping I might drop him if he flinch Run up on me, might get lynched I might drop him if he flinch Run up on me, might get lynched I might drop him if he flinch Run up on me, might get lynched I might drop him if he flinch Run up on me, might get lynched (This awful raging) Anybody who crosses me, end you, dead I might put seven rounds in your head Strap up my truck and blow up all the feds I am not crazy, I'm just off my meds Anybody who crosses me, end you, dead I might put seven rounds in your head Strap up my truck and blow up all the feds I am not crazy, I'm just off my meds