She Thinks I’m a Psycho Brotha Lynch Hung

[Chorus]
She thinks I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog

[Verse 1]
Throw the colt 45 yeah I gotta hide it
Yeah this cocaine's been fucking up my sinuses
I admit my brain runs on empty, tempt me
Known for leaving Tommy Guns empty, simply
Rhyming is nothing to me it's easy as breathin', believe 'em
I can spit it quicker than [?], what's the reason?
The season is sick and uh we don't need no weakness
Double homicide, suicide straight street shit
Kurt Cobain, no thang, put two in your brain
[?] Insane in the membrane, make Top Ramen out of his brain
Lots of tacos out of his meat, the blocks hostile
Pay a fee, then I took her on a trip with me

[Chorus]
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog
She tells me I'm a psycho, might go, mug a motherfucker so
Other motherfuckers know, cut your motherfucking throat
What you motherfuckers know? Tell me what you bitches know
Stitches though, teeth look like a vicious dog