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psypher 2 - psychopathic records lyrics

[shoestring]
psypher two. what it do? n-gga this psychopathic sh-t. b-tch
now you can fake it like a actress
living on a mattress
lying like a motherf-ckin’ b-tch cause you a baptist
rollin’ in the honda should’ve called you rhonda
rappin’ about your b-tches you with n-ggas in the sauna
dippin’ in your sandals grippin’ on they handles
chewin’ on you n-gga you be sweeter than some candles
i’m being like i can be
haters they can’t stand me
i tell them b-tches they fake then they represent the family
you stinkin like you stanley swearing you was manly
but now you just some n-ggas in they mouth like they some candy
if you ain’t psychopathic you can get your -ss kicked
found like a bl–dy pad bleeding in the basket

[monoxide]
i like to murder a bunch call them groupies
record it all my home movies
afraid of paul you barely knew me
better make the call
this motherf-cker’s coming back for all of y’all
like a chainsaw buzzin’ all wide eyed lookin’ like an 8ball junky
got the rest in the ride if the cops feel lucky
enough ammo to take out a small country
head of the dragon
ricky steamboat when i used to love me a little channel 50 wrestling
stop h-ssling buddy
but it’s nothin’ get ya nutty and put a couple holes up in your caddi
there ain’t n0body that can do it the way that we’ve been doin’ it
like a temple you’re losin’ it to the crew with the underground influence
and it’s proven to movin’ units
and there’s nothin’ more you can do it to it
than just to prove of it

[sh-ggy 2 dope]
jump in the booth grab the mic and i spit
your psypher on that -ss my sh-t’s ridiculous
my middle name is william some hoes call me w-lly
now really don’t be silly but it’s one place that i really be
psychopathic holdin’ up my hatchet
perpetrators try but they fail to try to match it
fallin’ short you like a midget with no legs
reaching for the stars fall then bullsh-t instead
i guarantee your daddy is hatin’ my guts
put my p-n-s in your sister down to my nuts
and if she wouldn’t now she a juggalette
just the sound of my voice gets her neden wet
the realm of the wickedness that’s where my fans stay
we keep it that way forever and a day
i k!ll your career just by bustin’ one verse
so what you a star i’m a motherf-ckin’ universe-verse-verse
yeah. who next? bring it

[boondox]
it’s like this run up put my foot in your -ss
with this country motherf-cker you ain’t catchin’ no p-ss
i just blast and ask questions later
and empty both barrels in your navigator
and call your girl up and tell her see you later
and make that p-ssy steam up like a baked potata
with hustle in my heart and murder in my blood
my first name dirty and my last name mud
i wouldn’t change a thing even if i could
raised up in the woods but i’m still f-ckin’ hood
i put the microphone in a rear-naked choke
if you bet against this monster and your -ss i’ll leave broke
i might step up in the booth and put an end to your world
i might climb up in the sheets and put it deep in your girl
cause i’m ruthless and it’s the only way i do this
southern psychopathic up on psypher number two b-tch

[blaze ya dead homie]
i leave suck -ss b-tches with st-tches face down in ditches
stop running this and recognize it’s strictly business
you can’t change past up you can’t test fate
and still i ride and die with the people that you hate
they only jim joyce safe and i’m caviar to play
with the louisville slugger and i’m quick to smash a face
i relate to the serial k!llers gangsters and zombies
diggin’ up some dead bodies to make an army
blasts that spray all over like a 12 gauge
known to combust into dust then vanish into sp-ce
take shots at close range i’m impervious to pain
stay dirty unchanged and i still won’t feign
with my finger on the trigger then i squeeze that sh-t
can’t afford a blunt i put the light to it
check the 40 ounce i said my name’s on that b-tch
he said his name on that b-tch i said my name on that b-tch

[outro – sh-ggy 2 dope]
psycho-m-th-rf-ckin-pathic in this b-tch! psypher 2 motherf-ckers! don’t try to f-ck with it. see what you can do. [?]

- psychopathic records lyrics

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