Psycho Lord Infamous (Ft. Lil Jack & T-Rock)
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[Hook] 2x
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
Mane how you gon hang around wit with killers
Make fuck around and drop you in the river
Hope you can swim wit your head gone nigga!
Blowed out brains on your headstone nigga!
Run off in his crib, not you get gone nigga!
Nigga blooded, then I pull off the crime scene mugging
Old people scared yelling they'an seen nothing
Got ah couple young niggas jumping out bussing
Yeah I'ma kill 'em, nigga, Fuck 'em!
Use to wear the mask, now I get'em naked face
Ain't trying to hide I'ma kill 'em anyway
Manson for life, got the chopper wit the light
I'ma run up on'em slipping
It's gon be your last night
Steel take his head off
Sawed off and the Glock
Single shot from front
Lock his ass in the trunk
Little J to the A to the Killa BITCH!
All I hang around is killa, killas, BITCH!
Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner
From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia
Merciless, me and Merciles riding shirtless
Burn his house down, nigga black suit hearse shit
You gon get hurt bitch, shoot off in the church bitch
Fucking wit a killer, everybody getting murked shiittt....
Do ya really wanna die? Shoot him in his face
Knock the noodles out his eyeees....
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
Psycho sicko, hoes call me nut case
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
(Ridin around wit ducktape)
[Verse 1: Lil Jack]
Mane how you gon hang around wit with killers
Make fuck around and drop you in the river
Hope you can swim wit your head gone nigga!
Blowed out brains on your headstone nigga!
Run off in his crib, not you get gone nigga!
Nigga blooded, then I pull off the crime scene mugging
Old people scared yelling they'an seen nothing
Got ah couple young niggas jumping out bussing
Yeah I'ma kill 'em, nigga, Fuck 'em!
Use to wear the mask, now I get'em naked face
Ain't trying to hide I'ma kill 'em anyway
Manson for life, got the chopper wit the light
I'ma run up on'em slipping
It's gon be your last night
Steel take his head off
Sawed off and the Glock
Single shot from front
Lock his ass in the trunk
Little J to the A to the Killa BITCH!
All I hang around is killa, killas, BITCH!
Infamous grab the evidence, call the coroner
From Memphis to Texas, from Florida to Georgia
Merciless, me and Merciles riding shirtless
Burn his house down, nigga black suit hearse shit
You gon get hurt bitch, shoot off in the church bitch
Fucking wit a killer, everybody getting murked shiittt....
Do ya really wanna die? Shoot him in his face
Knock the noodles out his eyeees....
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