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X-RAIDED lyrics : "Fuckin Wit A Psycho"

[Verse 1]
I had a vision of a murder
X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth

Straight $#&@ing with that sisqo, it got me noid
I never should've started $#&@ing with that 40
Now sprung out, stuck on the killa trip

Trippin like a mother$#&@er, but now I'm through with it
Got on the phone said "Amigo I'm on my way
My (*##$ is tripping, I need a place to stay"

she's talking to me like I got no brain
Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I'm insane
Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though

But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe

So I got my 9 I was stressing

Trew out a lotionhead to keep em guessing
Went outside a house there was a dead (*##$
That what she gets from marrying a lunatic

Im on that killa spree shooting that 9
^!$$%s dying cuz me and my (*##$ had a fight
I know its $#&@edup and fooled but thats the price ya paying

^!$$%s fading my (*##$ is too when I sprung
See I dont give a $#&@ about %#@!
Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie)

show me that you're a lunatic like show and ya might live when ya $#&@in wit
a psycho


[Chorus: x2]
Dont $#&@ with a crazy Mother$#&@er
Dont $#&@ with a (a mother$#&@ing Psycho)

Dont $#&@ with a b-

[Verse 2]

(Hell yeah) I did a walkby and the attitude I have is
$#&@ everybody if they ain't from the ?? (fo' sure)
Little voices in my head got me doing dirt

The ever deaths of the murder painted on my shirt
Is it the sisqo that's $#&@ing up my head? (maybe)
Ain't it crunchy for the thirst of a ^!$$% dead

Was my (*##$ right, am I crazy?
Or am I thinking the worlds trying to fake me? (he is)
The only answer that I know is the killa chow

Watching his $$# bleed the pillars of a riot punk
I got 2 homies meg0 and Brotha Lynch
They know I'm crazy but they just didn't get convinced

Yeah, now watch me kill this mother$#&@er
I cracked his spine, take two limbs like a titty rowsucker
I moved my pedals when I saw his body drop

His neck was broke and his spinal cord was popped
I can't be stopped (yeah), I got to take that fools life
I'm outta bullets so $#&@ it, I use my knife

Who's next to die don't know nobody no (*##$ stare
No telling when you're $#&@ing with a psycho


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I'm looking for a slida - some jack the ripper %#@!
So I take a (*##$ and stick a fat knife in her !@$%, watch her twit
My bricks turn to stone

Cause I love to hear a mother$#&@er scream in a scare tone
And then it's on, I'm digging in the dead (*##$
She can't feel it but I gives a $#&@ I like the %#@!

I hear sirens, that's all I need to know
The cops is on their way, it's time for me to go
I hit a ?? and was headed for the house shot

On deuce 4 street the cops had a roadblock
'What the $#&@s next?' is what I'm thinking
I'm butt-naked and my plot is straight sinking

I grabbed the (*##$ who was standing on the corner
"You scream or hollah and I smoke ya, I won't budge."
I put the knife to her throat and yelled out

"Clear the street or this (*##$'s gon' get another mouth."
The cops is like "Right yeah, let the lady go."
I said "Hell no, I kill this (*##$ and that's on the fo'."

I had the (*##$ by her throat wouldn't let her go
She gotta die cause they're $#&@ing with a psycho

[Chorus]


[Verse 4]
($#&@, picture this) (Cause I shot your punk $$# in the midst)
Now I'm in a $#&@edup spot but I got a cool plot
That I'mma use, and I'mma kill the hoe if they refuse
To let me go cause ^!$$% I know what's up

If I cut the (*##$es throat then I'm $#&@ed
The cops don't care about blowing a top of me
Cause I be delaying they coffee and donuts so
I thought about my plot I'mma kill the hoe
Based on the fact I put it on the mother$#&@ing fo

Cop listen ya better drop ya weapon and do %#@!
Either that or I'm gonna let the (*##$ have it
The cops is like 'go ahead kill the trick'
probably cause the girl was a black (*##$
I said okay and put the knife to her throat

I took a swing and then headed towards jumpo
They started blasting and blasting at me
About 20 shots, they never hit a ^!$$% G
I was running low, trying not to get popped
Got chased by hundred white cops
I got shot then I dropped like c-lo

Just another day, in the life of a psycho

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