Hitchcock

Chorus

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

Verse 1

My raps hitting your girls g spot

Fuck that hoe dont care about that thot

Ill take her from you in case you forgot

Blame it on me I guess its how i grew up

People talking shit that my life's screwed up

Y’all say shit that I'ma run out of luck

Y’all really think I give a two fucks

I'm just out here makin some bucks

Money out here, sitting like a duck

I have dreams and Ima live 'em up

Game winning touchdown i gotta grab it

Life is a race and im a fucking rabbit

I stay winning thats a fucking habit

Cant do without it ima fucking addict

Your rhymes are old and belong to the attic

Life ain’t cinematic

Lifes real go grab it

Chorus

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

Verse 2

Ima get rid of you like a bad habit

You want some from me but you cant have it

Im the one who’ll live lavish

And you the one who’ll be in a casket

My rhymes chop call me a hatchet

Talk to your bitch she a damn ratchet

Score every time, ball hard like a maverick

When it comes to me you cant match this…

My rhymes spark

Turn you to ashes

My mind stays where the cash is

They can't match us; we're in different classes…

I Stay strong like Shaq shatters glasses.

Hustle over here no fucking taxes

Sellin straight to the fuckin masses

Life dont give any second chances

Sun dont always shine bright through the branches

Chorus x2

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

Verse 3

When I rhyme it's so divine

Better resign, cuz im borderline

Ill turn this bitch to Columbine

I’m a sick freak

Your rhymes are weak

I’ll start a war if you seek

I'll take Amps and then I’ll tweak

You're up shit creek

Your brains will leak

Show how some to respect when you speak

You have no physique

To match my technique

You’re a loser, I'm your abuser,

A rooster to a chick, first-person shooter,

I’m smoother,

Should’ve done this sooner,

I’m like a snake when I maneuver.

You fucked up when you said my name in vain

I bring the pain

Ballin just like im dame

On the rise bitch, I can’t be tamed

Chorus

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold like a trick shot

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

Verse 4

Born to hustle, I’m the epitome of grind

Leave doubts in the dust, so never mind

They can't see my vision, they're far too blind

While I'm stacking wins, you’re falling behind

I keep it real, always speak my mind

Every line I drop, one of a kind

Got that fire, you can feel the heat

Rising up, never accept defeat

Every obstacle, I overcome

With each verse, I leave them stunned

Life’s a battle, but I’ve already won

My journey to the top has just begun

I been through the fire, walked through the flames

Life threw punches, but I played the game

Shit… still was never the same

I turned it to strength, and that's my gain

Chorus

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

Verse 5

My rhymes cut deep

It leaves you scars

I flow like water

Lyrical avatar

I spit fire, like lit cigars

If you want smoke we go bar for bar

Cuz I spit gas and I don’t take no breaks.

I’m hitting the gym I’m getting in shape

I dont fucking smoke and I don’t fucking vape

But sometimes i like to get baked

Rap about real shit i ain’t fake

Since 18 've been rapping great/

I've stayed hot like Christina Applegate/

Makin these chicks masturbate

Lookin up to me like Sistine paint

These average joes can't touch my flows/

I don’t fuck with none of y’all hoes

Top of the line like a coke addicts nose

Chorus

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot

I'm a psycho motherfucker, call me Hitchcock

Running low on gas, lemme make a pitstop

You ain't never heard no shit that's this hot

Knock your ass out cold just like a trick shot