PSYCHOPATH II

(hook x2)
All black benz, windows tinted, we in back seat/
Fuck this motherfucka, imma just call you a taxi/
Three tits, four eyes, i guess this is what rats eat/
Four guys, i fired one, they always wanted that beef/

(verse)
You full of cap, you a hotel rat/
Ill beat your pregnant wife up with a fucking bat/
Until she's birthing twins straight out her ass/
Kick and break her ribs, pissing fantom black/

Disses looking like a friendly letter/
Imma cut up gas, like it was some chedder/
When i murder bitches, peta making header/
Got my knife in pussies, slice and make it wetter/

Nah, ain't nobody grab the mic/
When i run up on your bitch, finna couge her eyes/
Gonna bite her ears, like im tyson, why?/
It's like im fuckin helen, every god damn night/

Enter my vicinity, rippin it to infinite/
Fuckin them til they jittery, like it is columbine/
Messing with my enemies, claiming they were ahead of me/
Carrying my machete greased, slip it in through behind/

(pre-hook)
Mind is hazy, feeling lazy/
Holy shit, im feeling really wavy/
Im in and out of my sleeping coma/
Got that bitch jehovah, knocking late to shame me/

Vision blurry, bout to fall/
Big holes, in my damn drawers/
Order pizza for myself and I/
Cuz i can't decide if they'll want it all/

(hook x2)
All black benz, windows tinted, we in back seat/
Fuck this motherfucka, imma just call you a taxi/
Three tits, four eyes, i guess this is what rats eat/
Four guys, i fired one, they always wanted that beef/

(verse 2)
Im in yo hood and im sippin on tea/
Like im x,next, dick in the breasts/
Chill in the mourge and im fuckin eatin my dinner/
And there gonna beat up a sinner cuz im the best/

Bet you had to pause that, rewind, stop/
Couldn't handle my rain, my range, dont stop/
There ain't no race, just bake and drop/
Rappers timbers shivered in there fuckin crocs/

Run on a motherfucker, ready for the battle/ (beat cut)
I be stackin any body and i be calling it cattle/
If you pull up with a weapon, you a little fuckin bitch/ (beat back)
Im gonna hit em with a uppercut, we tussle in the gravel/

Flick of the wrist, when collecting the chedda/
When commiting murder, im making the header/
Send bullets in head, like you're lincoln, you're loud/
In the house, im profound with the sound, i been better/

(hook x1 chopped and screwed)
All black benz, windows tinted, we in back seat/
Fuck this motherfucka, imma just call you a taxi/
Three tits, four eyes, i guess this is what rats eat/
Four guys, i fired one, they always wanted that beef/