Psychosis Lucius_Rappad (Ft. Airflow (rap) & OBSCURE)
"Psychosis" by Lucius_Rappad (Ft. Airflow & OBSCURE) is a #HipHop track from 2023 that explores themes of mental struggle, identity, and societal pressures. The lyrics delve into the chaos of inner turmoil, while unique flows and layered beats enhance the emotional depth. The song resonates with listeners facing similar challenges, making a cultural impact in discussions around mental health.
[Verse 1 - AirFlow]
Look in the window of my apartment. I feel dark inside even though
Im gold- spartan, i'm cold, made Frosty the Snowman cry, Snap the
Neck of a gay, you dirty hoe man, DIE! Starved for days, been locked
In my mind, you fuckin come in my dungeon you'll fuckin die. Serial
Killing since 10, pushed a man off his skateboard, hospitalized burst
In his room and called him a skate whore. Fuck fear, i look it straight in
The eye starin back at it with death, lava mixed with cyanide you can
Feel it in every breath, i'm set, like a drug addict on his chair doin meth
Fuck with me, i dare you. Close the curtains on us, my fans will only
See your silhouette. Bury you in the jail cell. Not leavin a scent. You
Are just another speck in this universe no one cares you left. You feel
Me in every verse. My tongue is bursting with murk thirst. Before the
BJ i told your girl to tease it, headfirst. I don't regret any lyric I served
I drank two fifths of Vodka, and didn't swerve, im not no Stan to drive
Off a bridge, no sir. Don't fuck with me, all there is to it. Slit your wrist
To this shit. This is Psycho Music
[Verse 2 - Obscure]
You do not know what it's like to be me
Wanting to decimate everybody that you see
Slit a mall Santa with a machete n' smiled with glee
Separatin' his intestines all over the murder scene
Another episode of obscene thoughts, oh no you're caught
Drop you in the ground, and wait for your body to rot
Realize what I'm doing, but it tastes so good I cannot stop
Not psycho, maybe my sanity is just incognito
My alter ego seems to have a deceased libido
Sharing needles with my amigos at Home Depot
Then I mutilate their heads, give them a deep throat
In the Vatican, get the pope's throat in the rope
Choke him 'til he's got spit all over his chin
Take his spinal cord and make it a violin
Find Tiny Tim and cut off his leg at the shin
Grim, but his cries of terror only gives me a bigger grin
Look in the window of my apartment. I feel dark inside even though
Im gold- spartan, i'm cold, made Frosty the Snowman cry, Snap the
Neck of a gay, you dirty hoe man, DIE! Starved for days, been locked
In my mind, you fuckin come in my dungeon you'll fuckin die. Serial
Killing since 10, pushed a man off his skateboard, hospitalized burst
In his room and called him a skate whore. Fuck fear, i look it straight in
The eye starin back at it with death, lava mixed with cyanide you can
Feel it in every breath, i'm set, like a drug addict on his chair doin meth
Fuck with me, i dare you. Close the curtains on us, my fans will only
See your silhouette. Bury you in the jail cell. Not leavin a scent. You
Are just another speck in this universe no one cares you left. You feel
Me in every verse. My tongue is bursting with murk thirst. Before the
BJ i told your girl to tease it, headfirst. I don't regret any lyric I served
I drank two fifths of Vodka, and didn't swerve, im not no Stan to drive
Off a bridge, no sir. Don't fuck with me, all there is to it. Slit your wrist
To this shit. This is Psycho Music
[Verse 2 - Obscure]
You do not know what it's like to be me
Wanting to decimate everybody that you see
Slit a mall Santa with a machete n' smiled with glee
Separatin' his intestines all over the murder scene
Another episode of obscene thoughts, oh no you're caught
Drop you in the ground, and wait for your body to rot
Realize what I'm doing, but it tastes so good I cannot stop
Not psycho, maybe my sanity is just incognito
My alter ego seems to have a deceased libido
Sharing needles with my amigos at Home Depot
Then I mutilate their heads, give them a deep throat
In the Vatican, get the pope's throat in the rope
Choke him 'til he's got spit all over his chin
Take his spinal cord and make it a violin
Find Tiny Tim and cut off his leg at the shin
Grim, but his cries of terror only gives me a bigger grin
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