I chop a nigga down, one, two, three, four
Knocking at the fuckin' door, yo, who is this you whore?
Yeah, I gun down, run down, to sundown
How many percs you got? Fuck, there's none now
Pick up a perc, except that I'm poppin' on a fuckin' jet
Looking at my nigga, I don't think they're workin' yet
I'm bouta chip, fuck, I need a grip
Woah, look at the fuckin' time, bro, I gotta dip
Yo, it's 9:30, niggas is gettin' worried
Yo, why the fuck is this black ass nigga in such a hurry?
Haha, I pull my choppin', niggas scurry
I'm lookin' at the TV, why the fuck is it so blurry?
Ay, there's a ghost, now I'm worried
I call a ghostbuster, here comes Bill Murray
There's a random ass faggot in my kitchen cookin' curry
I chop that nigga up, haha, get buried
Yo, this fuckin' nigga is a snowflake
Yo, bro, chill out, I have a motherfuckin' headache
Nah, nigga, shut the fuck up, why the fuck you still awake?
You keep on talkin', all this shit, I'll do you worse than fuckin' Drake pussy
Now you've awakened a demon
I call into your bedroom, hear you fuckin' screamin'
Yo, ring up your motherfuckin' momma, tell her her daughter is bleedin'
Where the fuck you think you're goin', lil' bitch? You're not leavin'
Yo, you'll never see the light again
Don't try to fuckin' phone a friend because you're mine until the end, lil' bitch
I'll swing a fuckin' coupe like a hen, lil' bitch
Yeah, but never fuck with me again, lil' bitch
Oh, fuckin' shit, the cops are on their way
Peace out, bitch, I guess I'll see you another day
I'll find another way to torment you every day, every day
Anywhere, I fuckin', I fuckin' pray
I fuckin' pray to God you understand
The pain I've gone through, pain I went through
Pain I've been through, this shit done fuckin' with my mental
I'm about to write you a letter, yo, where the fuck is my pencil?
PSYCHO was written by Ty Zastawrny.
PSYCHO was produced by Truth.