She Thinks I’m a Psycho
Title | She Thinks I’m a Psycho |
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Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
Album | Dinner and a Movie |
Release Date | 2010-03-23 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Chorus] She thinks I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog [Verse 1] Throw the colt 45 yeah I gotta hide it Yeah this cocaine's been fucking up my sinuses I admit my brain runs on empty, tempt me Known for leaving Tommy Guns empty, simply Rhyming is nothing to me it's easy as breathin', believe 'em I can spit it quicker than [?], what's the reason? The season is sick and uh we don't need no weakness Double homicide, suicide straight street shit Kurt Cobain, no thang, put two in your brain [?] Insane in the membrane, make Top Ramen out of his brain Lots of tacos out of his meat, the blocks hostile Pay a fee, then I took her on a trip with me [Chorus] She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog [Verse 2] Look, maybe I'm a sicko, split yo brains with the meat cleaver I'm lactose that's why you see the blood in my semen Slut, cook her deep dish, put the oven on 350 I'm loving the heat, if he comes up in the street Since slice I'm with the heat like Alonzo Mourning Two slugs in the brain, and I'll see you in the morning Imma eat you in the morning, breakfast when you Naked, slip seconds, til' I get my severance Imma rip that bitch in half, thin slabs, then grab Seasoning for no reason being Hungry eating human beings you could see 'em Yeah it's just like cow meat, now eat Even in real life ground beef, ground meat Even you ville mic sound 'nique I'm a chef ain't nuttin' left, you can get the cheap cheese First, hook it up Put the song on repeat, 'cause I'm keep eating people It's me (It's me) You might also like[Chorus] She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog [Verse 3] Yeah, I'm Johnny Rotten, pocket full of sex pistols Count the money crystal, yeah I'm prolly schizo Don't nobody know, 'cause I didn't have distro If I gotta eat blood, your better not get this close Rape your ladies, and scrape your babies off the ground And I did it just because they was around In my cranium, somethings insane in them Lyrical titanium, bloody up ya lounge I'm a scoundrel you can look it all down low, get it? Yeah they crooked all down [?] If it stings, let the ground hit ya With a dark picture Somebody gon' have to restitch ya I'll do the restitching after all the meat's missing It's in my meat kitchen, you in the heat seat And if you in the heat seat, you might get you feet missing Mr. Molly and he's listing he's just a cheap [?] 24 license now he's missing, please listen (Hello? What you mean you outside?) [Chorus] She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog |