Bates Theory

[Intro]
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Psycho sick-ass maniac is in my spread
I'm your American nightmare back with a [shaved head?]
My output of rhymes tells you not to fuck with me
My input is deadly, don't test me
I'll light your ass up like the Fourth of July
I'll even split my chest open and let the monsters fly
I'll turn into a snake in the grass and poison your weed
[I'll shoot up you home just as you turnin to leave?]
Your head explodes, I pick up the pieces and feed my face
You think it's sick? I say this shit tastes like peaches
Check my pieces of my body lurks beneath the covers
You gon' suffer, motherfuckеr, 'cause the smoke smothеrs
Bury your motherfuckin' ass, so don't step to this
Tricks or treat, return to me, you punk bitch
Read the lips of the dead bodies, I keep 'em packed
Sho 'nuff, it's rough bein' mad and fucked up
Let it rain on the heads of my enemies
Let it rain R.O.C.'s 'til they can't breathe
Listen to the words they served your ass like bitches
My brain feels the maggots, but it's the Bates Theory

[Chorus]
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
Master of insanity, hold onto your brain, 'cause here we go
On a trip through the mind of a psycho
Oh shit, something happened, some of a bitch
God damn, I'm the man with the wicked shit
Hold my hand and walk with me down the trail
Blood and guts, the product of my grim tales
It never fails, my mind's always on the blink
Twisted illusions makes it hard to think
Beneath the skin, finds the blood
Another slash to your throat hope you don't die in the flood
A psychotronic motherfucker with the intent to kill
Just to suffice all my demented thrill
Blood will spill, I got the chills
Dump the mutilated body on the highest fuckin' hill
Sacrificing place kickin' up much dust
Hold my skull and hope that my brain don't bust
Quite deranged when kickin' my Retro rhymes
Some hard time in the theater of the mind
What is mine is always seekin' the truth
Bringin' the facts to all my demented youth

[Chorus]
Psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho

[Verse 3: Hektic]
Flip the script, and I'll pray somebody listen
[?] this ain't [religion?]
Time to bleed my brain for information
Spreadin' evil as I spin in a revelation
Psycho trippin', I'm mesmerized by this
[Michael killer with?] hypnotized and shit
Take my time to write my tombstone scripts
Can't you read? Too late your wig split
Fuck it, the time has come to seal fate
Nails in a casket sunk to a bottomless lake
Rotten flesh will burn to the very day
[Illuminati?], but I'm gonna get you anyway
Spirits creepin' [to the side?] at midnight
Full moon rising with thoughts, [how they sit right?]
Cruise the boneyard, I now feels the need
To cause havoc on this town and watch it bleed
Gruesome tales, a horror's past with bloodshed
Smash a skull [?] I'm braindead
My job is done in this town, yeah, so let's go
Everybody fears a motherfuckin' psycho

[Outro]
[?]
(Psycho! Psycho!)
My mind feels the maggots, my mind
[But it's the Bates,?] the Bates Theory
The Bates Theory
The Bates Theory
The Bates Theory
What's up?
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