[Verse]
Psycho, psychopathic man, loaded ammunition in his hand
They froze, he blows, blows
Another lost soul from the city full of lost hope
Where they go, who knows?
But I could bet my bottom dollar
It was over somethin' like money, cash, hoes, they clothes
But I could bet my bottom dollar
Down to my last penny heaven won't accept his soul
Psycho, psychopathic man, loaded ammunition in his hand
They froze, he blows, blows
Another lost soul from the city full of lost hope
Where they go, who knows?
But I could bet my bottom dollar
It was over somethin' like money, cash, hoes, they clothes
But I could bet my bottom dollar
Down to my last penny heaven won't accept his soul
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