Sorta Like A Psycho Lyrics - Singles - Rbl Posse

(Black C) 

Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go 

Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a schitzo 

Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean 

But I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine 

(What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floor 

So you wanna be captain save a hoe? 

Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat 

(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mothafuckin mac 

Or my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it what you want to 

(I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-room 

Mothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soon 

Since you're on my fuckin penis 

why don't you drop to your fuckin knees 

Bow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeah 

Bark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, nigga 

Ya fuckin wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunatic 

nigga that is on one 

B-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin name 

I put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gauge 

Boom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall off 

Then I hit the cuts with my mothafuckin sawed off 

Duck while the body rot, nigga still on the plot 

But next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock 

(chorus) 

To the old school nigga where I'm known the most 

Hunter's Point, give it up smooth 

Knick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sack 

While I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backs 

But it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope game 

And I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz wax 

A nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad max 

A mothafuckin rebel (a crazy ass basket) 

Punk mothafucka just call me Charles Manson 

Tear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth) 

Is my mothafuckin moto 

But I see the blue and white suits wanna get me 

And I'm not goin out like my boy Tony T 

Bring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'm 

finna shake and bake em 

Tippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back door 

I'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indo 

Bitch gimme some mothafuckin zig zags ho 

Now I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin mad 

Shoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grass 

But I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill time 

Went to the closet, and pulled out my 9 

Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin window 

The gun in the right hand, the left one indo 

But the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pill 

Fuck that shit gimme a break down before I get ill 

Chorus 

I'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a hearse 

Fuckin wit me should've checked his fuckin head first 

I pulled out the U to the Z to the I 

Punk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicide 

Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thing 

Got four in the head and one in the dinga ling 

And if they didn't know me right now 

Then they'll never ever ever ever know me 

(Mr.Cee) 

So you should've be listenin from the get go 

'cause the villian on the under is about to flow 

I'm a nigga that moves in silence 

And I get a head rush in the midst of violence 

A lot of people don't think highly 

The reason 'cause I'm a product of a violent society 

And that's the why the shit goes 

Why go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your gold 

And it don't matter if you're ten pounds bigger 

You'll just fall harder when I pull this trigger 

Yeah there's a lesson to be learned 

But no one took notes, so niggas get burned 

Chorus