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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #288
Peak in subgenre #162
Author
MCSKITTLEZ
Uploaded
May 16, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 2:24
Lyrics
PSYCHO RAP
Yo I’m psycho///you people might know///
Cuz I’ve been spitting tight flows///
Since two thousand and three///
People be surrounding me///
Every place that I flow///
And every place that I go///
Everybody wanna know///
Who the heck was that tight guy///
That freaking ass white guy///
That guy that’s been wrecking mics why?///
I heard that’s he’s so good///
And he ain’t from no hood///
So every time they pass me///
People come up and ask me///
McSkittlez OMG can I have your autograph?///
I smile to myself and think I outta laugh///
Cuz I remember the times///
When they made fun of my rhymes///
When they used to say shit like///
“You’ll never get signed”///
Like I was wasting time///
I’ll have them facing my nine///
Then I’ll blow them up fast///
While they get fucked up the ass///
By a gay guy///
People know that I stay fly///
And if you want to battle me you know you just may die///
Cuz I’m taking over the game like I was playing monopoly///
You about to get owned like you was part of my property///
All these rappers think they great but their aint no stopping me///
You can talk all they want but that shit don’t bother me///
Yo Skittlez you wack bro kiss my fat ass///
Every song that hear all you do is rap fast///
Hey Fatzo/// Why do you want me to rap slow?///
So you keep up cuz you look like an asshole?///
How about you exercise so you can get skinny legs///
Be quiet go on a diet and then go up to Jenny Craigs?///
No wonder every time you walk the earth shakes///
And when you do jumping jacks you just start earth quakes///
And what’s up radio station playing gay rotations///
Like real rap was locked up on probation???///
All the rap I be hearing is all repetitive///
And this is the same field of music they call competitive?///
All they rap about is hoes and clothes, and driving in fast cars///
If you want to listen to shit listen to my ass fart///
Wow that was wet like fluid///
It was that Muslim though “I did not do it”///
Sure sure Mr. Muslim taxi driver///
Blowing up twin towers you Iraqi liar///
Nah man, I’m just playing it was me all along///
See when I got to crap I just drop all these bombs///
You like damn “This kids a psycho path”///
The mental institute I might go back///
I’da been a lot of places///
I’da seen a lot of faces///
I’da came through the game///
But you know I’m gonna make it///
Before they strip me naked///
People know I’m hated///
My skills are like a boner///
Cuz they way they’ve elevated///
Pop go the weasel then the weasel goes pop///
And every time I’m on the beat it’s like this shit don’t stop///
And if that beat gone stop then hold real still///
Cuz when I’m done with your girl she gone feel real ill///
Let me get a couple of bags out of my nap sack///
While Ky jelly drips down your bitches ass crack///
I’m sorry your girl had to face all that///
I never meant to hit her with that baseball bat///
It was an accident I’m not responsible///
Um son you’re going back to the hospital///
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