Psychoactive

[Verse 1: Cody Manson]
Look into the eyes of a sick fuck (sick fuck)
Everybody hands up, this a stickup (stickup)
You talk a lot of shit but then you bitch up
You got a big mouth I got big nuts (big nuts)
My mind state is bipolar
I'm strapped up like five soldiers
On blotter papers and King Cobra
I'm fucked up, I'm not sober
Step inside the ring and it's a knockout (knockout)
I'm going hard in the paint, you can't box out (box out)
You never catch me slipping unless you catch me with your bitch
And she just sitting with her mouth wide open and my cock out
Every day is a psychosis psychiatrist couldn't diagnose this
Chain gang that's a hypnosis
Heard they throwing shade but I never noticed
Take a dab blow off the smoke
I'm The Grim Reaper without the cloak
The next one that says my music sucks I'ma shove this microphone down they throat
I walk in the venue and start a riot
Dreads swinging like a fucking pirate
I was masked up way before the virus
Slow and painful I kill in silence

[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Welcome to the mind of a savage
Trippy raindrops, black magic
I got nothing to lose, I never had shit
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket
Psychoactive! Psychoactive! Psychoactive!
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket
Welcome to the mind of a savage
Trippy raindrops, black magic
I got nothing to lose, I never had shit
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket
Psychoactive! Psychoactive! Psychoactive!
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket

[Verse 2: Cody Manson]
Made a name in the game cuz I play to win (play to win)
I took me some L's trying to make an M
I'm down to make money fuck making friends
If it ain't 'bout business, got nothing to say to them (say to them)
Bitch I'm an alien (alien)
They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my cranium
I'm seeing demons, they know I'm not 'fraid of them
Laugh in they faces while burning in pentagrams (Yeah! Yeah!)
When I was down and out I'd bag a picture just to sell a gram (Yeah! Yeah!)
I used to be the one to run up on you at the ATM (Yeah! Yeah!)
Them haters want to stop my shine but can't cuz I'm too radiant (Yeah! Yeah!)
Acting like they hard but they were likely soft as baby shit
I know, I know, I'm psycho, psycho
I'll burn this bitch down, I'm a pyro, pyro
Uh oh, uh oh, call the five-o, five-o
You can tell I'm in the trenches, a rifle, rifle
The policeman said that I'm a culprit
They want to arrest me, lock me up in the bullpen
I'm tripping faces, ate the full strip
It's safe to say that I am back on my bullshit

[Chorus: Cody Manson]
Welcome to the mind of a savage
Trippy raindrops, black magic
I got nothing to lose, I never had shit
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket
Psychoactive! Psychoactive! Psychoactive!
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket
Welcome to the mind of a savage
Trippy raindrops, black magic
I got nothing to lose, I never had shit
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket
Psychoactive! Psychoactive! Psychoactive!
Bitch I rep Trife Life to the casket