Psycho

[Intro]
G- G- GHOST*CASTLE now
Yuh, ayy-huh, yuh-huh, ayy, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
Yo' man five-four, cut you like Michael
Shot up your vehicle, better call GEICO
Why would you think that I care if you like me?
Don't trust a self-conscious clout chasing hype beast
Twist it, bop it, I got a rocket
That boy thought he could out-draw me, drop it
I'm in the mosh pit ("May-")
Cockpit, give me the stick 'cause I might just mop him
Cut out his liver and eat it for dinner
Chop him and toss all his limbs in the river
Dexter magic, wrap it, stab it
Cut up the body, pack it
Sawed into him, now there's blood on the ceiling
I can't feel bad because I have no feelings
Blade to his neck and his head started leaning
Skinned him right to the bone while he was sleeping

[Refrain]
I might drop him if he flinch
Run up on me, might get lynched
I might drop him if he flinch
Run up on me, might get lynched
I might drop him if he flinch
Run up on me, might get lynched
I might drop him if he flinch
Run up on me, might get lynched

[Bridge: Ed Kemper]
"This craving, this awful raging, eating feeling inside. I could feel it consuming my insides, this fantastic passion"

[Outro]
Ayy, anybody who crosses me ends up dead
I might put seventeen rounds in your head
Strap up my truck and blow up all the feds
I am not crazy, I'm just off my meds
Anybody who crosses me ends up dead
I might put seventeen rounds in your head
Strap up my truck and blow up all the feds
I am not crazy, I'm just off my meds