Showdown Lyrics - The Psycho Realm - Psycho Realm

Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix 

Clowns and infinite showdowns 

Battle grounds all break down, worlds upside down 

Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get down 

With our own gangster sound 

Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow 

With shanks of venom metal 

Rattle fuckin' snakes, Im as high as the stakes 

Quarter ounce of weed to the head, no breaks, homes wait 

Street wars we get in them 

Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you 

Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic 

In the streets, the dramatic battles increase 

We see more wars, less peace, were even fighting police 

Resulting, theyre our biggest enemies 

Lifestyles of the criminal be wild 

You wanna see more action, hold up, wait awhile 

Fist crash, giants clash 

Putting on the face of the devil mask, doing brain bash 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Watch out, look out, look out, watch out 

For the showdown, you better slow down 

Give me fifty feet or better 

Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta 

The lead comin' to wetcha 

Spread your body parts all over the continent 

Im a dominant mothafucka, but youre the opposite 

Turn around, put your hands on the side 

Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun? 

The outcome, youre just another one soul 

Flyin' into the heavens, hit by the 5 7 

Ass end scraping, illuminating the whole block 

They all flock in anticipation 

Youre getting rolled by the dayton 

Now I see your hand shaking 

You walked out of this situation 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Images of war weapons, the psycho presence 

Blood wettens, stains the curb where youre steppin' 

Deadly grounds the home of all showdowns 

Come into my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums 

It aint one on one no more, it's gun on gun 

Bullets take the place of fists, so whats the outcome 

Crazy wars, severe scars, if youre just like me 

Youre defending whats yours, taking no loss 

Were heavy duty like tanks 

This is my two chrome shanks 

Criminal styles point blank 

You think my music is crazy like Tony Montana 

Fumando marijuana con Santana tomorrow 

I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemys sorrow 

I rock the block with the music maniac 

Tied back locos seekin' that warpath 

Why dont punks be legit, they'll all bring havoc in their head 

A psycho will shoot some dead 

Thats the fundamental to a fucked up mental 

Now you got a gun, your lifes a psycho realm 

My strategy, assault battery 

Runnin' through your neighborhood in cliques of three 

Smokin' in the battlegrounds on wild streets 

And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down 

Look out for the showdown 

Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw down