Psycho Lyrics - 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 niggas that's so superficial 

I script you your obituary then blow like a missle 

Once I blow the whistle, motherfuck may the forces be with you 

Come with a style, I'm wildin, pile up my money so kosher, 

Then call up the sofa fuckin bitches in back of the rover 

Unprecendented, I cememnted, you changin your flow up 

While helpin you grow up, niggas know you for soundin so tore up 

Challengin niggas, better hold on to bannister niggas 

Fuck around I'll stuff your body parts into cannisters niggas 

Like you don't know the half, I'll bust your motherfuckin ass 

Busta buss, cass, and papoose is fuckin psychopaths 

Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO 

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My nigga beside me with triggers and niggas 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 niggas shoot niggas 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 

Poppin the metal, you niggas 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 nigga busta, we some muthafuckin psychopaths 

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Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO 

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 cock 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 

This is my era, you niggas is losers 

I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer 

Got the infrared dot, bustin you gullible suckers too 

Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO