Текст песни X-Raided - Fuckin Wit a Psycho
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[Verse 1]I had a vision of a murderX-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouthStraight fucking with that sisqo, it got me noidI never should`ve started fucking with that 40Now sprung out, stuck on the killa tripTrippin like a motherfucker, but now I`m through with itGot on the phone said "Amigo I`m on my wayMy bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay"she`s talking to me like I got no brainCause of that sisqo, or cuz I`m insaneBrotha Lynch`s been through the same thing thoughBut X-raided can be tripping over no hoeSo I got my 9 I was stressingTrew out a lotionhead to keep em guessingWent outside a house there was a dead bitchThat what she gets from marrying a lunaticIm on that killa spree shooting that 9Niggas dying cuz me and my bitch had a fightI know its fuckedup and fooled but thats the price ya payingNiggas fading my bitch is too when I sprungSee I dont give a fuck about shitEven if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie)show me that you`re a lunatic like show and ya might live when ya fuckin wit a psycho[Chorus: repeat 2X]Dont fuck with a crazy MotherfuckerDont fuck with a (a motherfucking Psycho)Dont fuck with a b----[Verse 2](Hell yeah) I did a walkby and the attitude I have isFuck everybody if they ain`t from the ?? (fo` sure)Little voices in my head got me doing dirtThe ever deaths of the murder painted on my shirtIs it the sisqo that`s fucking up my head? (maybe)Ain`t it crunchy for the thirst of a nigga deadWas my bitch right, am I crazy?Or am I thinking the worlds trying to fake me? (he is)The only answer that I know is the killa chowWatching his ass bleed the pillars of a riot punkI got 2 homies meg0 and Brotha LynchThey know I`m crazy but they just didn`t get convincedYeah, now watch me kill this motherfuckerI cracked his spine, take two limbs like a titty rowsuckerI moved my pedals when I saw his body dropHis neck was broke and his spinal cord was poppedI can`t be stopped (yeah), I got to take that fools lifeI`m outta bullets so fuck it, I use my knifeWho`s next to die don`t know nobody no bitch stareNo telling when you`re fucking with a psycho[Chorus][Verse 3]I`m looking for a slida - some jack the ripper shitSo I take a bitch and stick a fat knife in her clit, watch her twitMy bricks turn to stoneCause I love to hear a motherfucker scream in a scare toneAnd then it`s on, I`m digging in the dead bitchShe can`t feel it but I gives a fuck I like the shitI hear sirens, that`s all I need to knowThe cops is on their way, it`s time for me to goI hit a ?? and was headed for the house shotOn deuce 4 street the cops had a roadblock`What the fucks next?` is what I`m thinkingI`m butt-naked and my plot is straight sinkingI grabbed the bitch who was standing on the corner"You scream or hollah and I smoke ya, I won`t budge."I put the knife to her throat and yelled out"Clear the street or this bitch`s gon` get another mouth."The cops is like "Right yeah, let the lady go."I said "Hell no, I kill this bitch and that`s on the fo`."I had the bitch by her throat wouldn`t let her goShe gotta die cause they`re fucking with a psycho[Chorus][Verse 4](Fuck, picture this) (Cause I shot your punk ass in the midst)Now I`m in a fuckedup spot but I got a cool plotThat I`mma use, and I`mma kill the hoe if they refuseTo let me go cause nigga I know what`s upIf I cut the bitches throat then I`m fuckedThe cops don`t care about blowing a top of meCause I be delaying they coffee and donuts soI thought about my plot I`mma kill the hoeBased on the fact I put it on the motherfucking foCop listen ya better drop ya weapon and do shitEither that or I`m gonna let the bitch have itThe cops is like `go ahead kill the trick`probably cause the girl was a black bitchI said okay and put the knife to her throatI took a swing and then headed towards jumpoThey started blasting and blasting at meAbout 20 shots, they never hit a nigga GI was running low, trying not to get poppedGot chased by hundred white copsI got shot then I dropped like c-loJust another day, in the life of a psycho