Sorta Like A Psycho

(Black C)

Sorta like a psycho, a ***** just might go

Spray the whole town 'cause a ***** is a schizo

Little freaky deetch try to say a ***** mean

But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine

(What you gonna do that **** fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor

So you wanna be captain save a hoe?

Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat

(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my motha****in mac

Or my deuce deuce, motha****in call it what you want to

(I call my **** a gun), well I call my **** the make-room

Motha****a Motha****a motha****a pretty soon

Since you're on my ****in *****

why don't you drop to your ****in knees

Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah

Bark like a dog and just make my motha****in day, *****

Ya ****in wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic

***** that is all wrong

B-L-A-C-K-C, my motha****in name

I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge

Boom boom boom I watch the ***** head fall off

Then I hit the cuts with my motha****in sawed off

Duck while the body rot, ***** still on the plot

But next time, I use my motha****in Glock

(chorus)

To the old school ***** where I'm known the most

Hunter's Point, give it up smooth

Knick knack paddy wack, give a ***** a crack sack

While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off ****** backs

But it ain't no thang, my ***** in the **** game

And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my motha****in biz wax

A *****'s fin to get tax, a ***** goin mad, they call me mad max

A motha****in rebel (a crazy ass basket)

Punk motha****a just call me Charles Manson

Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)

Is my motha****in moto

But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me

And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T

Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm

feelin shake and bake em

Tippy tippy toe to my motha****in back door

I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo

***** gimme some motha****in zig zags ho

Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad

Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass

But I'm not trippin, a ***** gotta kill time

Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9

Stepped went crept to the motha****in window

The gun in the right hand, the left one indo

But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill

**** that **** gimme a break down before I get ill

Chorus

I'm startin off my last verse, five ****** in a herse

****in wit me should've checked his ****in head first

I pulled out the U to the Z to the I

Punk motha****as weren't prepared for the homicide

Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing

Got four in the head and one in the ***** layin

And if they didn't know me right now

Then they'll never ever ever ever know me

(Mr.Cee)

So you should've be listenin from the get go

'cause the villian on the under is about to flow

I'm a ***** that moves in silence

And I get a head rush in the midst of violence

A lot of people don't think highly

The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent society

And that's the why the **** goes

Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold

And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger

You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger

Yeah there's a lesson to be learned

But no one took notes, so ****** get burned

Chorus