What's Yo Psycho Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro: Icey Rock Craven] 

Born in the basement of Bizzle* 

Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne 

The many faces of madness 

I bring to you, the NNUTTHOWZE! 

[Hook x2: Tech N9ne] 

NNUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch 

Sick shit is our business 

Fly high by the night so (muthafucka) 

Let me know 

What's yo psycho? 

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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 

My psychosis is I can't keep focus 

Without doses of beautiful hostess 

Is oh shit so thick roasted 

I dosed it 

I'm so sick with it 

Ladies is supposed to get, get it 

Below the clit I liked it 

I rolls to wicked ya dig it 

By designa I'm the kind ta 

Climb behind her 

Fine dime to slime her 

Wine and dine thine 

Is minor 

When it's time to grind her 

Blind with signs I'm gonna find a vagina 

Mouth bowls you came to brown hoes 

The town hoes you chose the grown poles wicked wicked sounds vulgar 

Knows the lows blows 

The clothes is all over her clothes but told ya 

I'm sick for sexposer 

Ain't no secret 

I really love to eat it 

That quick spits 

And jumps up to my back when they release it 

Sometime I just wish I could just cut it out and keep it 

That 6688846993 shit 

Photos 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] 

Sloberin at the mouth I love my teeth I chew that meat up 

I really don't give a fuck I do that heat 'um up while leak up 

Slices of N I N E, S T R A N G E 

Get off tonight yo hit the night though 

Heat when I hear a ATB 

Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut 

She never got away rip gut 

Creepin behind me you'll find a ? I ain't lyin' 

Cut off the head and I hide it 

Devide the body up I'm probably the sickest nigga in rhymin' 

Sychie might be 

When I give my 9 milli a tight squeeze 

Ain't nobody like me 

My mind be runnin' off light speed 

Like me, to get um off they Nike's 

Infered, sight beem 

Went out the back with a slight mean 

Gettin' off like the S.W.A.T. team 

Fuckin' um up like I'm cuttin' um up with a knife seem 

I'm breakin' off rappers I'm sight seeing 

I just love to eat human beeings 

You could see um 

Fuckin' a bitch with razor blade, hand grenades 

I'm a be makin' that red lemonade... GRRRRR! 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Sundae] 

You right though 

Ain't no sickness without a psycho 

Ask me what's my psycho 

You could eat it on my psycho 

You could beat it like you Micheal 

I want my cut like lypo 

Feel cheated on like ? 

By Tiger and them white hoes 

I'm sickning, lick me 

Doggy style might pick me 

I'm pissy 

If you can not dick me till I'm shiting 

I'm ticking 

Like a time clock on a trick beam 

I get seen on a 50 inch flat HD 

My pussy yeah you hick-ups 

You thirsty won't you lick up 

I'm a nutty little bitch huh? 

You love me cause I'm NNUTTHOWZE 

Go nutty on a bitch, why 

FAA ? 

I cash chips like a casino 

My whips are europeano 

Got his lips like El Nino 

Like I'm carrie you'll get peed on *Kisss kisss* 

NUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch 

I'm a go, go, go getter might go 

Where sickness is our business 

[Hook]