Psycho - Intellectual

[Intro]

G-G-GHOST*CASTLE now

Yuh, ayy-huh, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh

Yo' man 5'4", cut you like Michael

Shot up your vehicle, better call GEICO

Why would you think that I care if you like me?

Don't trust a self-conscious clout chasing hype beast

Twist it, bop it, I got a rocket

That boy thought he could out-draw me, drop it

I'm in the mosh pit (Mayday!)

Cockpit, give me the stick 'cause I might just mop him

Cut out his liver and eat it for dinner

Chop him and toss all his limbs in the river

Dexter magic, wrap it, stab it

Cut up the body, pack it

Sawed into him, now there's blood on the ceiling

I can't feel bad because I have no feelings

Blade to his neck and his head started leaning

Skinned him right to the bone while he was sleeping

I might drop him if he flinch

Run up on me, might get lynched

I might drop him if he flinch

Run up on me, might get lynched

I might drop him if he flinch

Run up on me, might get lynched

I might drop him if he flinch

Run up on me, might get lynched

This craving, this awful raging, eating feeling inside

I could feel it consuming my insides, this fantastic passion

Ayy, anybody who crosses me ends up dead

I might put seventeen rounds in your head

Strap up my truck and blow up all the feds

I am not crazy, I'm just off my meds

Anybody who crosses me ends up dead

I might put seventeen rounds in your head

Strap up my truck and blow up all the feds

I am not crazy, I'm just off my meds