- RBL Posse Sorta Like A Psycho 歌词
- RBL Posse
- (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
|
|
