Psycho
female blowing up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw,
it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck,
buck
And now you duck, duck,
goose, I'm letting loose
With the 30-ought freestyle labeled
hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
you and all your tactics
Jonesing for my cash got to
make them pockets super fat
Hey I'm a humble man kicking
out my jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp
to this business
What's with all the business?
I get paid to take the micro
phone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros
in my band and all the fans
And all my friends when
the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slamming them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh to the yes,
yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp
like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need,
another bad seed
Planted on this Earth
motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch?
Stuck,
deep down in that hole again
Stuck, got your brain
on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so,
you're so stuck you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pep si, just one
Pepsi
Far from suicidal still I get
them tendencies
Bringing back the memories
that I really miss
When I reminisce, rocking back in the 80s
Live my attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot but now
I'm just Super Fly
Bound for the boundaries, no limit G
Fat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin 'cause I'm hostile
labeled by my profile
Indeed I am, I am indeed hos
tile when it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch?
You take a dash for my cash it's that
ass that I'm blasting
Boy, you wanna play that
game bitch?
You take a dash for my cash it's
your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so,
stuck
Stuck, deep down in that hole again
Stuck, got your brain
on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so,
you're so stuck you don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nothin' like
a greedy bitch
Digging, digging, digging, digging,
digging so deep for that green
All I know, all I know,
that you must be fucked up in the head
I got a little problem,
just one question, biatch
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
You wanna be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why the fuck you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why you gotta be like that?
Why the fuck you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why, why, why,
why you gotta be?
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my
business you fucking whore?
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash it's that
ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash
it's that ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck,
you're so, stuck