Psycho On The Loose

(álbum: Son Of Serpentine - 2019)

He's something, isn't he?

When you see me in your area, just know that death is coming through
Consumed by all my evil thoughts, I don't know what the fuck to do
Dropdown when you see the chopper hanging out the coupe
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the loose
Hell set, manic bring the motherfucking world panic
Anyone can get it, what motherfucker want the static?
Gas all on your chest but I can flip this bitch and turn it tragic
Sold my soul to Satan, he bestowed me with the wish he granted

Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l
Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l
Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l
Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l

Drag you from your hair and leave you in the rain all fucked up
This for all you pussy motherfuckers who be acting tough
Strapped up with the AK get back and you can't handle us
Laughing while I torture motherfuckers, I'm so scandalous
Dear Lord, if you are real, just strike me down so here I wait
Cleanse me from my sins and wipe the blood off of my face
Come down straight from your throne and give me all your lucky grace
Bitch, I'm running up to heaven kicking down the pearly gates

Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l
Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l
Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l
Tight, psycho's on the l
51-50, lock your door the psycho's on the l