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lirik lagu psycho – busta rhymes

(feat. c-ssidy and papoose)

[busta rhymes: talking]

[busta rhymes:]
i’m nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread
percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside of your head
what’s the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue(?)
i continue to expose you n-gg-s that’s so superficial
i script you your obituary then blow like a missle
once i blow the whistle, motherf-ck may the forces be with you
come with a style, i’m wildin, pile up my money so kosher,
then call up the sofa f-ckin b-tches in back of the rover
then bounce with the coca, bag up b-tches outside of the costa rica area level, my features and carry my posters
[talking intermission:]
unprecendented, i cememnted, you changin your flow up
while helpin you grow up, n-gg-s know you for soundin so tore up
challengin n-gg-s, better hold on to bannister n-gg-s
f-ck around i’ll stuff your body parts into cannisters n-gg-s
like you don’t know the half, i’ll bust your motherf-ckin -ss
busta buss, c-ss, and papoose is f-ckin psychopaths

[chorus:]
making n-gg-s wanna get hype yea i’m psycho [x8]

[c-ssidy:]
my n-gg- beside me with triggers and n-gg-s get bodied
i lock a strip and chop a brick like i’m mr. miyagi
but this ain’t karate, i been sick since i p-ssed in a potty
i probably been proper since my papa put d-ck in my mommy
i’m a cannon man
holdin the hamma man
for the loot n-gg-s shoot n-gg-s like a camera man
snappin a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
i got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers
and i do crimes for the bread like croutons
with two nines i be layin clowns down like foutons
with the bullets in the rocket, my pockets is full of cream
i’m blowin steam keep the steel in my hands like wolverine
[talking intermission:]
poppin the metal, you n-gg-s is not on my level
i’m locking the kettle man, i’m hot like the pot and the kettle
on the mic i spaz, who get it hype as c-ss
and my n-gg- busta, we some m-th-f-ckin psychopaths

[chorus:]
making n-gg-s wanna get hype yea i’m psycho [x8]

[papoose:]
i’m an iceberg trapped in a fire i won’t melt
i’m a fetus that survived an abortion, i won’t be kilt (killed)
i’m the heart of brooklyn, new york, i’m bedstuy
i’m a christian woman’s hand on the bible i won’t lie
i’m the code of silence in the gotti crew
i’m an empty mag right after a shootout, i just bodied you
got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you
like kamakize through, your baby mom’s feel the wop c-ck back
cause she was sittin on my lap
i stay with the oowap strap
i put your baby daddy in a body bag
when i squeeze and let the wop clap
i baghdad like iraq
[talking intermission]
this is my era, you n-gg-s is losers
i’m the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer
got the infrared dot, bustin you gullible suckers too
but a dot on your -ss like www.

[chorus:]
making n-gg-s wanna get hype yea i’m psycho [x8]

- busta rhymes

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