Psycho - Intellectual

[Hook] 2x

Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case

(Ridin around wit ducktape)

Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case

(Ridin around wit ducktape)

[Verse 1: Lil Jack]

Mane how you gon hang around wit with killers

Make fuck around and drop you in the river

Hope you can swim wit your head gone nigga!

Blowed out brains on your headstone nigga!

Run off in his crib, not you get gone nigga!

Nigga blooded, then I pull off the crime scene mugging

Old people scared yelling they'an seen nothing

Got ah couple young niggas jumping out bussing

Yeah I'ma kill 'em, nigga, Fuck 'em!

Use to wear the mask, now I get'em naked face

Ain't trying to hide I'ma kill 'em anyway

Manson for life, got the chopper wit the light

I'ma run up on'em slipping

It's gon be your last night

Steel take his head off

Sawed off and the Glock

Single shot from front

Lock his ass in the trunk

Little J to the A to the Killa BITCH!

All I hang around is killa, killas, BITCH!

Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner

From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia

Merciless, me and Merciles riding shirtless

Burn his house down, nigga black suit hearse shit

You gon get hurt bitch, shoot off in the church bitch

Fucking wit a killer, everybody getting murked shiittt....

Do ya really wanna die? Shoot him in his face

Knock the noodles out his eyeees....

[Hook] 2x

Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case

(Ridin around wit ducktape)

Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case

(Ridin around wit ducktape)

[Verse 2: T-Rock]

Niggas be thinking they competition

I eat up the opposition like a steak plate

I'm a murderous mission

Make the enemies retreat or submission

I got a feeling, nigga straight faith

Nigga say they reliable

But in actuality, they but be liable to killed with a straight face

Nigga eyes become wide, erase a nigga like a rewritable compact, nigga straight lace (aww shit)

This is the penalty of opposing a energy

Of a nigga full of Hennessy

Buck at the enemy, if they took of hint of me

You witnessing a nigga dying of plague like a Kennedy

Nigga witness supremacy

Me and my killas, will beat a muthafucka way beyond identity

See we got sinister mobs

And I got people who will finish the job

And you nothing but a memory

We can shoot out with 9 Glocks

Or we can throws bows

I punch a nigga quicker than time clock

When in middle of a battle my mind stops

I cock back and leave the enemy off in a pine box

Got the murder music bumpin your stereo

Nigga hear the material and they that its superior

Ain't no other nigga bumpin like this

Crunk as bitch

Spreading the bullets like they venereal.... disease

You don't wanna fuck wit my G's

We'll do nigga wit ease

Then smoke on some weed

Leave your loves ones with reeves

Cus they couldn't believe

We coming like a militia

Murdering niggas with cheese

I got anna on da mind

If you wondering if Im gonna take care the business

You ain't even gotta ask me

See I'm connected to a mob of niggas

Who do the job for little or nothing

Better yet...

[Hook] 2x

Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case

(Ridin around wit ducktape)

Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case

(Ridin around wit ducktape)

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

I'mma drill 'em with a deadly dose of venom

Put they brains up on the spinning fan they placed up on the ceiling

When the milli get the rippin' nigga body get the tippin'

When I hit them with the .20 gauge he permanentally limpin'

Did I mention that I'm sniffin on some coke, I'm numb and trippin'

Slippin' on the isotoner, goin' on a mission

Can't forget to get the other damn tools out the kitchen

Packin' ammunition, goin' on a expedition

When I catch a nigga slippin' I'ma smack him with the pimpin'

Taking everything, I even got a nigga strippin'

Bitch nigga may have some dope thats hidden

Bitch strip too, don't make me have to pin him

Infamous the Scarecrow, nothing you prepare for

Don't you turn around, bitch you better be careful

Sleeping with the devil if you wanna try a nigga

That's psychopathic ratchet on a whole nother level

Kicking in the front end with the chrome barrel gauge

Nigga try to run, catch some buckshot-spray

Flambated on the ground, brain decay

This shit can happen quick or it can go another way

Your guts splattered mane, all over the place

I suggest you go along and co-operate

'fore you end up in a fucking bodybag today

.50 cal round through the vest and the trauma plate