(feat. Cassidy and Papoose)

[Busta Rhymes: Talking]


[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread

Percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside of your head
What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue(?)
I continue to expose you ^!$$%s that's so superficial

I script you your obituary then blow like a missle
Once I blow the whistle, mother$#&@ may the forces be with you
Come with a style, I'm wildin, pile up my money so kosher,

Then call up the sofa $#&@in (*##$es in back of the rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up (*##$es outside of the costa rica area level, my features and carry my posters
[talking intermission:]

Unprecendented, I cememnted, you changin your flow up
While helpin you grow up, ^!$$%s know you for soundin so tore up
Challengin ^!$$%s, better hold on to bannister ^!$$%s

$#&@ around I'll stuff your body parts into cannisters ^!$$%s
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust your mother$#&@in $$#
Busta buss, cass, and papoose is $#&@in psychopaths


[Chorus:]
Making ^!$$%s Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]


[Cassidy:]
My ^!$$% beside me with triggers and ^!$$%s get bodied

I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm mr. miyagi
But this ain't karate, I been sick since I pissed in a potty
I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy

I'm a cannon man
Holdin the hamma man
For the loot ^!$$%s shoot ^!$$%s like a camera man

Snappin a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers
And I do crimes for the bread like croutons

With two nines I be layin clowns down like foutons
With the bullets in the rocket, my pockets is full of cream
I'm blowin steam keep the steel in my hands like wolverine

[talking intermission:]
Poppin the metal, you ^!$$%s is not on my level
I'm locking the kettle man, I'm hot like the pot and the kettle

On the mic I spaz, who get it hype as cass
And my ^!$$% busta, we some mutha$#&@in psychopaths


[Chorus:]
Making ^!$$%s Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]


[Papoose:]
I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won't melt
I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, I won't be kilt (killed)

I'm the heart of brooklyn, New York, I'm bedstuy
I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible I won't lie
I'm the code of silence in the gotti crew

I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, I just bodied you
Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you
Like kamakize through, your baby mom's feel the wop @@#! back

Cause she was sittin on my lap
I stay with the oowap strap
I put your baby daddy in a body bag

When I squeeze and let the wop clap
I baghdad like iraq
[talking intermission]

This is my era, you ^!$$%s is losers
I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer
Got the infrared dot, bustin you gullible suckers too

But a dot on your $$# like www.

[Chorus:]

Making ^!$$%s Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]