Psycho Rhymes
(专辑: Mama's Bad Boy - 1992)
Yo it's 1992 and Master P
is back up in this motherfucker (Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody sing along, bitch.) (STOP THE MUSIC!) We are the
world We are the
dealers We are the
ones that sell crack cocaine So let's start selling There's a
fiend in every hood Dumb fiends that bring they pipes It's truly nigga betta then That's why we dealing (C'mon everybody) We are the
world We are the
dealers We are the
ones that sell crack cocaine So let's start selling (Talking muffled by loud beats) Check this out fool I'm at this party These two bitches looking hella pretty I
walk up and kiss 'em each on they fucking T
I
say "Your hole there it's about to explode" I
took a
gat to her ass & she took off her clothes In other words I
be moving fast like a
pick...pocket See I'm a
mother-fucking maniac I
gotta top it I
talk to the
bitch ... before I
kill 'em I'm like a
psycho like Charles Manson the
blood drilla' I
take yo life and take yo arms and cut the
bitches off And play a
bloody mother-fucking game of golf And break your arms, your legs I
shoulda did it sooner Reach in yo stomach pull out a
piece o' tuna I
guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go You untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes For a
dead bitch ya give some good head Ya must be on yo period 'cause my dick is bloody red I
left it in you I
see you face ya about ta cry But before ya do make me pull out them eyes... Make me slap yo mother-fucking face but don't speak That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled See I'm a
crazy motherfucker and that shit's real Yo man, whacha think about that (Man, what you say about that is bullshit that shit ain't real) Oh, aight, check this out It's 1993 and Master P
is back in this motherfucker Ya know what I'm saying I
had to get a
lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talking shit But see, I'm back Ya know what I'm saying I'm about to get paid And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me There's gonna be a
bloody murda Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music