Psycho Rhymes Lyrics - Master P

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 sellin' 

There's a fiend in every hood 

Dumb fiends that bring they pipes 

It's truly nigga betta then 

That's why we dealin' 

(C'mon everybody) 

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We are the world 

We are the dealers 

We are the ones that sell crack cocaine 

So let's start sellin' 

(Talking muffled by loud beats) 

Check this out fool 

I'm at this party 

These two bitches lookin' hella pretty 

I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' 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 movin' fast like a pick... pocket 

See- I'm a mother-fuckin' 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-fuckin' game of golf 

And break your arms, your legs I shoulda did it sooner 

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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-fuckin' 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 sayin' 

I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talkin' shit 

But see, I'm back 

Ya know what I'm sayin' 

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