Psycho

Ah, yeah

Ah, yeah

Ah, it was all at the park, yeah

Cologne and liquor was his odor

The fragrance of a rider soldier

ODB was his persona

Oh you want the power?

I got an uncle and his name psycho

He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"

He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park

(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)

And he got two sisters preggo

He fucked the other one to get one jel-o

And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park

(On the hill, shit'll get really real)

He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body

Most stucked out, kept the hammer with his mommy

Grandma had the arthritis pain in her body

Kept the burner in the mattress, so her son don't catch a body

Gassed and he danced, smoked crack with his posse

Front flipped through a building window, land in the lobby

He was cut like Bruce Lee but he didn't know karate

He came home bloody screaming "nobody can stop me"

Nobody can stop me, I'm the baddest survivor on this planet

Fifty niggas better kill me, nigga cause I will do damage

Checked out the psych ward, I am nothing to manage

My life cut deep, nigga I'm nothing to bandage

I got an uncle and his name psycho

He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"

He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park

(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)

And he got two sisters preggo

He fucked the other one to get one jel-o

And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park

(On the hill, shit'll get really real)

Where they be drinking forty ounces

With the brown paper bags for the ounces

No matter what day you found his ass at the park

(Hungry Ham, fuck around and get killed)

When he got kicked out of his bitch crib

And he had nowhere to lizz-ive

Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park

After dark

Don't get it confused Uncle Psych, I love you to death

Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest

Growing up you always was buck-wilding with stress

And though I'm older now, I don't know how to forget

I used to wear your Timbs around the house when you left

And if you had an open soda, I would finish the rest

Pretend I'm older, I like the liquor odor you left

Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a tec

Then point it at the mirror like I'm holding your rep

Though that mirror wasn't me, but it was you I reflect

Wanted to be like you, jail tat on the chest

With the rugged cornrows and a stab on my neck

I'll rob shit like that you know, cause I'll rob anyone, I, I don't care.

It was a 9 to 5 for me, you know.

It was like a hobby to me, I was the gun man,

I was the dancer, entertainer, you know what I mean?

I did it all. Like I said I had a deathwish, I'll rob anybody.

Aye hold up motherfucker you see I'm talking right?