Underground Psycho by Twisted Insane (Ft. C-Mob)
Underground Psycho by Twisted Insane (Ft. C-Mob)

Underground Psycho

Twisted Insane & C-Mob * Track #8 On The Insane Asylum

Underground Psycho Lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Yeah
I'm that individual that you don't wanna see up on a full moon
Might turn into werewolf, shit, nigga, it can be a nightmare if I go cuckoo
Brain splatter on the floor, any minute I get with it, yeah, I did it if a motherfucker wolfing
I don't wanna hear that "Hold on, wait a minute, I just wanna talk", motherfucker, just take the ass whooping
Mhm, sick nigga, still on the block with the gangsta shit
Standin' outside with the heater on
Go on a mission with a gangsta bitch
Up in the club with a gang of bitches
You can act like I ain't the shit
But don't be all up on me when I'm leaving with the homies
And you're running through the door like you're chasing dick (Brainsick)
What's this? Like a nigga ain't big no more?
Coming through the door, doing different shows, fucking hoes
Niggas on the road, I ain't lit no more?
Maybe 'cause a nigga don't spit slow-mo?
And you other niggas, is this so-so?
Back up out my lane 'fore I rip a nigga brain
Get the fuck up out my way, I ain't playing no more

[Interlude]
Hold up nigga, you trying to smoke up all the weed again, nigga? (No)
Aye, come in here with that shit, nigga
I'm-I'm-I swear you ain't finna be doing this shit to me again, nigga (A'ight)
You know what I mean, while I'm in this motherfuka trying to do my shit
(I got you, nig') I just need a quick hit, nigga, while I go in
I'm back

[Continued Verse]
Gimme the weed I need to be before a nigga do my verse
Smoking it by the ton, I need a pound to fill my fucking hearse
Yeah, I play to win, I used to sit 'em on the play, watching Ray's event
Different motherfuckers coming every day to spend
I made so much money at the days-a end

[Chorus: C-Mob]
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a .44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up, laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct, don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in the back of my yard
Un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or the trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get dumped in a ditch

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
D-d-d-d-different nigga
Call it what you want to, I'm a fuckin' nut
Coming in, wolfing disrespectful shit
All these little niggas will fuck you up
S-some of the niggas even might cut you up
And put you in the freezer with the chicken guts
Get ready for filleting, I can open up his brain
And I can hear you people saying "This nigga nuts"
When I get up on it and I really be up on it
I be pushing like a comet, I be feeling supersonic
Kinda like I was bionic with the gin and fuckin' tonic
And I really go gorilla 'cause I was feeling super on it
Hear the muthafucka wolfing so I make him taste the vomit
Then I bring him to the dark and then I make him feel it haunted
And I feed him to the fish and make 'em meal up out the stomach
When I'm skidding past a muthafucka like I work at Sonic
Wicked nigga, come from the era of the gangsta pimp
Won't be caught dead in skinny jeans
Bitch, I still walk around with a gangsta limp
Half the new niggas is gangsta simps
Better yet now, gangsta wimps
You better for reala and you better be a killer
'Fore you run up on gorilla, blood, I ain't a chimp
Psy-Psy-Psy-Psy-Psycho nigga
Living up on the edge, head full of steam
I'm from Diego, California, where these niggas run up on ya
Turn your face into bologna, hit the bowl of green
Yeah, I'ma shoot 'em when I'm murdering a witch nigga
When I catch 'em, wouldn't wanna be a bitch nigga
I couldn't give a mad fuck about a president
That's still a bitch in person then I’ll run up on a rich nigga

[Chorus: C-Mob]
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a .44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up, laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct, don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in the back of my yard
Un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or the trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get dumped in a ditch

[Verse 3: C-Mob]
P-P-Pedal to the metal, man, I never half ass shit
On another level, spitting that acid
Give 'em that package, then I act savage
You are not a rapper, you are just a wack actress
Radio rappers are quicker to slaughter
Feel like I'm giving this dick to your daughter
Fucking 'em till it gets thicker than water
Lyrically castrating rappers, so we're probably on one
You don't wanna see me get loco, you are not OG Bobby Johnson
They're telling me I'm sort of crazy
I'd say the odds are more than maybe
Killin' off gold diggers, can't afford a lady
I'ma leave 'em in the trash like aborted babies
Sick of the trickery, tricks'll be history quickly if you be fucking with me
Triggers be flickering, whistling, wickedly sickening, it'll be something to see
Laying in the back of a seven-eleven, send you up to heaven, ascended to pearly gates
Scalping a motherfucker like a Native American, instead of a tomahawk I'm using a .38
Sicker than syphilis, twisted like licorice
Gifted with wickedness, bitches and mistresses
Lifted like Icarus, this is ridiculous
Chris is meticulous with the word, ripping this
Dropping pipe bombs in your chimney on Chris-a-mas
Like a sadomasochistic Saint Nicholas
Twisted Insane and C-Mob are coming through your neighborhood tearing shit up, we're so sick with this

[Chorus: C-Mob]
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a .44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up, laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct, don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in the back of my yard
Un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or the trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get dumped in a ditch

Underground Psycho Q&A

Who wrote Underground Psycho's ?

Underground Psycho was written by C-Mob & Twisted Insane.

Who produced Underground Psycho's ?

Underground Psycho was produced by .

When did Twisted Insane release Underground Psycho?

Twisted Insane released Underground Psycho on Tue Jun 04 2013.

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