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Cypress Hill

Lunatics In The Grass

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IntroStraight from the Psycho WardOnce againVerse One: B-RealPsycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandalLookin` around, paranoid devoid the funk bannerIn the combat, the banana leaf controlA sea, bring a pound of weed and get soldYou going crazy, can`t understandWhy you never face me? Don`t foil the plan!Head-to-head combat, I`m on that missionYou wishin` to disappear? Some mission is closin` near!Sick-o! Strumming through the hall, yes y`all!Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-AThey all wanna raid my spot and take hitsBut I`m breakin` that L.A. Law like Jimmy SpritsInsane, crazy in the head it`s lead!I`m loco, `til I`m dead, enough said!Actions allowing the words to barrage inFrom having all the way down, to the depths of HellYou hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lostYou a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?ChorusLooney, lunatic turned sickPsycho, crazy in the head, I goCan`t keep my head straight from the laws I breakYou too, y`all twistin` up my mind state!Verse Two: JackenFor those who really don`t understandWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!Buggin` now from, all the things I seeAll tread bad and I meant in 3DWe be the psycho doers, turned killersOnly to survive all these street cop killersI`ll tell ya now, nobody`s everlastingEven if you try, but you laugh it won`t be subtractingIt ain`t no thing but madYou better give it up, you steppin` to a psychopathGame over, I`m intoxicated, never soberWhen one steps up, I`m poisonous like a deadly cobra!The only reason why I say thisIs because y`all breakin` this (?) got me trippingOne can only maintain, for so long`Til all the screws in your head are loose and wornNow you`re the (?) straight psycho remain namelessOnly known from crazy acts, making you famousVerse Three: B-RealI`m the locust pocus, tell me how you feelWhen I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!If the criminal element, unfoldingBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shitBreaking out the .45 sick, to get liveIf you arrive, don`t get nervous! You wanna surfaceSick, insane in the brain, I`m trippin`!I`m sippin` on the wine, it`s all in the mind, flippin`We dippin` now, you make me wanna shoutTalk about, my mental stateThink I need to rehabilitateWipe the slate, look inside your fate, can`t waitBut don`t you motherfuckers can`t come in the gate!Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast onThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, c`mon! Psycho assassins smashing your membraneLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!Chorus X2

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