Artist: RBL Posse

Album: A Lesson to Be Learned

Song: Sorta Like a Psycho

(Black C)

Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go

Spray the whole town cuz a nigga is a Schizo

Little freaky deaks try to say a nigga mean

But I spray they punk ass with my Uzi machine

(What you gon' do that shit fo'?), lay your punk ass on the flo'

Since you wanna be captain save a ho ->

Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat

(Is that a cap gun?) no it was my mothafuckin mac

Or my deuce deuce, mothafucka' call it what you want to

(I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room

Motherfucka', motherfucka', motherfucka', please!

Since you're in(on) my fuckin' penis

Won't you drop to your fuckin' knees

Bow wow wow, yipee yo, yippee yippe yay

Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin' day

Nigga, ya' fuckin' with the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic

Nigga that is on one

B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin name

I put up the deuce deuce an' pull out my 12 gauge

Boom, boom, boom, I watch the nigga head fall off

Then I hit the guts with my mothafuckin' sawed off

Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot

But next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock

(chorus)

To the whole school gettin' wild throwin' 'em ups

-scratching- Hunter's Point, give it up smooth!

Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack

While I'm up in the cuts, blowin' off niggas back's

But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game

And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin' biz wax

A nigga's fin'a get tax, a nigga goin' mad, -BANG BANG-

They call me Mad Max

A mothafuckin' rebel (a crazy ass bastard)

Punk mothafucka' just call me Charles Manson

Tear it off bro, (man what the fuck fo'? "Give it up smooth")

Is my mothafuckin' mando

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 finna hit the cuts

And I'm finna Shake N' Bake 'em

Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin' back do'

I'm finna (or feelin) straight chill wit' a fat sack of Indo

-Bitch gimme some mothafuckin' zig-zags ho-

Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce, and watchin Mad

Shoes all muddy, and pants stain' wit green grass

But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time

Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9

Stepped with pep to the mothafuckin window

The gun in the right hand, the left one indo

But the coast is clear, I'm fin'a take a chill pill

Fuck that shit, gimme a break down before I get ill

Chorus

I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a Hearse

Fuckin' wit' me, you should'a seen they fuckin' head burst

Pulled out the U to the Z to the I

Punk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicide

Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thang

Got four in the head, and one in tha' dingaling

And if they didn't know me by now

Then they'll never, ever, ever, EVER know me

(Mr.Cee)

So you should've be listenin' from the get go

Cuz a villain on the under is about to flow

I'm a nigga that moves in silence

And I get a head rush, in the midst of violence

A lot of people don't think high 'a me

The reason: cuz I'm a product of a violent society

And that's the way the shit goes!

Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your dough?

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 niggas gettin' burned

Chorus