Posts Tagged Psycho
Treble Charger – American Psycho
Whats the problem with the human race? (With someone like you)
No matter where I turn I can’t escape your double face.
Don’t want to listen to the radio(Cause they dont know)
Or stick around just to hear I told you so.
How could we make it without you? I should have known better to doubt you. I
Thought I’d heard the end of it!
And now I know how far you’d go to be the next freak show. American psycho.
Cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens. Wish I never heard your
Name!
Tomorrow could be just another day (Means nothing to you). A misdemeanor or a
Felony, that’s ok. Don’t want to wait for a second chance (So take a stance)It’s
Your turn for the spotlight, the big dance.
How could we make it without you? I should have known better to doubt you. I
Thought I’d heard the end of it!
And now I know how far you’d go. To be the next freak show. American psycho.
Cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens. Wish I never heard your
Name!
And they all wanna know what I already know.
What am I supposed to do, when you know that its all true? That you stole, that
You lied, that you knew?
Primadonna, self absorbed, wide awake and never bored, party, binge and purge
And see results of plastic surgery. Spotted at the hottest shows, interview on
Charlie Rose. They all want a piece of you.
And now I know how far you’d go to be the next freak show. American psycho.
Cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens, wish I never heard your
Name.
And they all wanna know how far you’d have to go. And I already know how far
You’d have to go!
The Beatnuts – Psycho Dwarf
“Get on down” (repeat 4X cut and scratched)
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Verse One: Psycho Les, JuJu
Knock knock, who is it? What my moms is the wizard
I’m about to land like an avalanche or a blizzard
So open up, let me in, then
Check out the ill motherfuckin Les swing
Wickedy wicked, your girl’s tit I lick it
And shwin-g it, like my man Wilson Pickett
I kick it, the Spanish Psycho’s a lunatic
Rip a show, get the dough, and stick the hoe with my super *dick*
It’s a AHH nut, then I be ghost
You got ta be clean everything not gross
I bust a ill style that your ears are not used to
Beatnuts make tracks for the crowd to get loose to
So honies in the house if you’re hot rip your blouse off
My brothers if you’re thirsty, crack the forty ounce
Beats I smack em out the stadium I never bunted
I rock all night, you got a light, let’s get blunted
So light up, and pass it, so I can puff
You can’t get enough of the rugged and rough
Anti-pop I ain’t singin like a klutz
The world’s (world’s) famous (famous) Beat (beat) Nuts!
Well it’s the junkyard nigga with the funk flow screamin
Hardcore, crazy bad breath like a demon
Retarded from birth see I ain’t got no class
I used to fart in church and tell the preacher kiss my ass
Freakin mad styles catchin Caesars yo
It’s the Psycho Dwarf killer with a stezo bro
Ugly like shit but sized crooked
Any piece of ass I ever got is cause I took it
Yo I’m invisible, niggaz can’t see me kid
I did a short bid and came out cock diezel kid
Junkyard JuJu so you know
Strap a metal jacket every fuckin place I go
So play Dionne Warwick’s song and Walk On By
Or maybe stick around for a Columbian Necktie
Whatever the fuck you do, just get out the place
I got some shit to blow, that’s my right off in your face
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck!
(Hey bro, what’s happenin? Got that good cheeba cheeba?)
“Get on down”
Verse Two: Psycho Les
Ah-ah-ah, I just ripped, out the dirt from my coffin
Flippin through loops like a lunatic dolphin
I’m back, reincarnated
Psycho Les runnin through the graveyard intoxicated
Thuggin, titty huggin graf art muggin
Keep ya where your worst nightmare snuck in
Yeah! Ya think I’m buggin here’s my Glock 10
I have you singin like New Edit-it-edis-distion
Punk, play and get yo, smoked
I put two caps and I laughed up then joke around
I gets down, like Kool and
The Gang my slang got your girlfriend droolin
Yo I flip, and, land in the split
Then pop, man, bust your whole shit
Like a Shaolin Monk I kicks the grand funk
Drunk and I’m still fat out the trunk
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
I wanna fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Fuck, drink beer, and smoke some shit!
Yeah, your mother!
Treble Charger – American Psycho
Whats the problem with the human race? (With someone like you)
No matter where I turn I can’t escape your double face.
Don’t want to listen to the radio(Cause they dont know)
Or stick around just to hear I told you so.
How could we make it without you? I should have known better to doubt you. I
Thought I’d heard the end of it!
And now I know how far you’d go to be the next freak show. American psycho.
Cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens. Wish I never heard your
Name!
Tomorrow could be just another day (Means nothing to you). A misdemeanor or a
Felony, that’s ok. Don’t want to wait for a second chance (So take a stance)It’s
Your turn for the spotlight, the big dance.
How could we make it without you? I should have known better to doubt you. I
Thought I’d heard the end of it!
And now I know how far you’d go. To be the next freak show. American psycho.
Cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens. Wish I never heard your
Name!
And they all wanna know what I already know.
What am I supposed to do, when you know that its all true? That you stole, that
You lied, that you knew?
Primadonna, self absorbed, wide awake and never bored, party, binge and purge
And see results of plastic surgery. Spotted at the hottest shows, interview on
Charlie Rose. They all want a piece of you.
And now I know how far you’d go to be the next freak show. American psycho.
Cover of the magazines, patron saint to troubled teens, wish I never heard your
Name.
And they all wanna know how far you’d have to go. And I already know how far
You’d have to go!
Rbl Posse – Sorta Like A Psycho
(Black C)
Sorta like a psycho a nigga just might go
Spray the whole town cuz a nigga is a schizo
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 all wrong
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
Feelin 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 herse
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 nigga layin
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
Cuz 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 cuz 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
Prince Paul – Psycho Linguistics (convergent Thought)
Featuring M A D
Knick knack patty I’m never comin wack
But the minute that you hear me you yell “Get off the crack”
I don’t know I guess it be my thought process
Fifty below the level of conciousness
S.O.S. ring the alarm red alert
When I’m rhymin sound the siren the whole works (Why?)
Cause they consider me M A D
Alfred E. Neuman got nuttin on me
Public Enemy No. 1, now they got me in a cell
Living hell, yeah that be my life
Cause mind don’t matter, so I apply mind over matter
While they mull matter over mind
A threat to mankind, refer to me as subject A
Got me pissin in a cup, all day
Mad people, all up in my cerebral
Oh shit, what the fuck you doin with that needle?
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
“Almost certainly a psychosomatic condition”
“What is really wrong with the patient?”
What the.. confined to my bed cause I’m strapped in
Catscan cause they wanna know what’s happenin
Mentally, physically, to subject B
That’s showin signs of the M-A-D-Man, posessed
Cause no rest for the wicked
I kick it, I-double-L cause I’m twisted
Sadistic, a threat to society, I’m locked up
In this nuthouse, cause I’m about to blow up
Restrained, to maintain my composure
Sanity, but they can’t, too much calamity!
So they wait.. then attack..
I’m too exhausted to even fight back
I swear, the end is near, I can feel it
My fate.. will they seal it?
Psycho Realm – Confessions Of A Drug Dealer
Chorus:
What type of drugs do you do?
And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!
What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
You’re all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
Drugs!! I need femine venoms in the system
In order to function in the rhythm
You get hook to the look of wild vomen
And wanna live in the land of the unforgiven
Habits turn bad ones
Individuals make ‘em poison rituals
Gotta have it a have it, a habit
Welcome your traces of an addict
God forgive me for my bad habits,
Drug addict needle in my vein, I gotta have it
To kill the pain, you silly rabbit
I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static
Automatic pressure got to kill it
Give some act-rite juice so I could feel it
Ah, now everything is all right
The eye of the needle cries out to the dark side
Looking inside through the outdoor knocking
But society won’t let me in so I grab my stocking
Put over my head and get the dough
’cause the needle is my God and smack is my soul
Parahernaila in my domain brings conclusion
That i’m using but the question is, am I abusing
Infested in the residence of pico union
Drug intrusion, color fusion
Invasion! of your senses maintain relapse
Dilate eye lenses, my dependence on these chemical artifical dreams
Is what makes my habit obscene
Chorus:
What type of drugs do you do?
And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh??!!
What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
You’re all sick; is it lack of love? or lack of your withdrawal?
Drugs!! I need femine venoms in the system
In order to function in the rhythm
Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudly subliminal
Commands will penetrate then I get rowdy conditions
Drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies
I slump down and stay ahead of me
Powerful like metamphetamines my state is altered
This here’s no lie hydroponic, chronic
Got you feeling all erotic aphrodisiac, who’s got it?
Alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes
When you got the fix get in the mix
There’s no denving drug’s the only factor
Got me in the rapture making an addict out of you
And proceed to capture you mind
You’re mine, choke hold to your whole skull, substance uncontrolled
Who holds straight keys to locks and unlocks key holes
The structure of my trip is unstoppable
I’m 50 hits of the dot all powerful
We go deranged and remain living the last days in the haze of purple micro
I remember when I was a high school star
Had the proom queen, scholarship, brand new car
It’s funny, you never know who your friends are
’til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite
But i’m all wrong; no wonder my family
Don’t wanna have nothing to do with me
Humiliation, neglect, no respect
The concept of rehabilitation has been swept
I wish I was clean a far fetched dream
But what other way am I going to blow of my steam
Heaven’s all in this bottle of juice making me feel high
Making me feel loose, get nowhere turn to no one
Trust me, I don’t even trust myself
The Psycho Realm – The Big Payback
Do you even know the reason for your blastin’?
It’s pointless. You grab your stainless, do your action he stay’s motionless
Because of your error, they label this era terror
Drop the coke and the mirror keep your nose clearer
The outcome of what you’ve done shook slums of rivals
From other sides with guns, soldier, and knives
You took one of their lives and finished it
Now they decide they want to retaliate
Find you ass and even shit
In memory of lost souls, in honor of their homeboys
Dying here in south los
Now don’t even decide you want to hide
If they find whothey’re looking for, they shoot whoever’s inside
Your little street family
They drive by your block and shot randomly
You thinks it’s best to test
Lead ‘em on a quest not cease
And in the end let one of your homeboys rest in peace
I’m looking for you, i’m gonna get you back
When I catch you on the street slippin’
That ass is mine
Crazily all up in my face with your set trippin’
And that ass is mine
Ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence
And that ass is mine
The big payback i’m gonna get you muthafucka
That ass is mine
I’m living in southside, avoiding my death
With cautious steps
I might end up serving a point for someone’s rep
That’s why a gun is kept I will employ its services
If I need to stop their plot from being murderous
Can’t be a victim of fool who stick ‘em
They walk through life with the wicked smiles and piles of loot
Don’t hesitate to shoot in the quest for dead residents
They’re getting rich at the expense of dead presidents
A lot of rascals causing deep fiascoes
If you come across ‘em avoid ‘em; their mentality is
Blast those who ain’t down with me
They got something I want and i’ll take it
If they resist it’s permanent sleep
Don’t try to be brave; you’ll end up in the grave
It’s quite impossible to reform thosewho misbehave
Crooks who took will continue to take
Leave shook with no question and then break
No scene seems to break his trance of nice dreams
For visine disguises the red so his eyes gleam
Another situation will arise
Until the instigator takes his turn to die
In the south side
I’m looking for you, i’m gonna get you back
When I catch you on the street slippin’
That ass is mine
Crazily all up in my face with your set trippin’
And that ass is mine
Ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence
And that ass is mine
The big payback i’m gonna get you muthafucka
That ass is mine
The Psycho Realm – Temporary Insanity
* the archivist requests corrections for this song ASAP
You better dig deep and find soul
‘Cause you’re lost, need guidance, which way to go
People are despicable, unpredictable spirits
Calling out so all you weak-minded hear it
To take control over your mind and body
Hip-hop is more than just a flow in a party
Strike down the unoriginal hypocrites
Let ‘em burn at the stake like chicken strips
Fried cut up denied respect
Some have lost their lives and ided through their neglect
May they all rest in peace where they lay
Where we continue to struggle and live our lives day to day
Chorus:
What do you see when you’re looking into the eyes of a madman
On the verge of insanity?
Looking out the window I see the animals in the darkness
The fearless, the scandalous, the heartless
The heartless roam bare chests, woman with bare breasts
Hollow, follow the sun God, Apollo, wake up tomorrow
With yellow eyes seeing visions of explicit visits
To th eother side with precision
Temporarily losing my head stedily
Falling heavily on y shoulders
Getting me on my achilles hell, I fell
Like somebody pulled the plug from my brain
Signals indicate i’m on my way, open the gates, be insane
Psycho babble, constant battle with myself
Pop the top on the pain killers on the top shelf
I need help to maintain my mental health
But overall, i’m doing what it takes to get my shoe in the door
From two charectors behaving like bad actors
Not sticking to their roles causing more drama after
The show is over, I feel like a soldier
Caught between two brigades
Which one am I to aid
Chorus:
What do you see when you’re looking into the eyes of a madman
On the verge of insanity?
Looking out the window I see the animals in the darkness
The fearless, the scandalous, the heartless
If there’s ever road ahead, then cars will be crashing
High in front of their lives flashing by
No time to ask why
You know how it is in the city we roam
You’re crazy, therefore you’re making me go cyclone
All pursuits go in a stole Lo-lo
Followed by the rival L.A. 5-O
Narcs are led to the dark, then brought down
To the concrete around downtown
I personally take care of
All you wicked ass hollywood sheriffs
What if one night you just come
Beating on a wicked drum?
I’m going through a quick view of what I thought
Was my mind being torn apart?
Chorus:
What do you see when you’re looking into the eyes of a madman
On the verge of insanity?
Looking out the window I see the animals in the darkness
The fearless, the scandalous, the heartless
The Psycho Realm – Stone Garden
[Mr Duke speaking]
This jam right here is dedicated
To all you motherfucker that ain’t right here
You’re supposed to be right here with me, motherfucker
You know what I’m saying ?
You know what the fuck I’m saying
I’ll catch up with you soon, homies
Ah ah, yeah, we’ll catch up to you all
All of you motherfucker
And you know what I’m saying
Cause at the end, at the end we all diiiie
[Jacken]
Sounds like Gods are crying tears of Malathion
Raining over your head to put out the fire
Who desires to die? besides, the suicidal tendencies
Can lead to the eternal sleep
So keep you eyes wide open and alive
Grab your snake and ride to the other side
If your intention is to defy death
I’ll tell you now, even the best get laid to rest
We’re on our way to the stone garden
End of the road were everybody goes but not forgotten
Frames all rotten souls travel to unravel
Other worlds and big cloud castles
Why do we have these hassles, livin’ cautious
Walking the street watching your back?
Your fear’s collosus
We conquer souls while ganja rolls
Everybody here’s high so the story unfolds
We’re on another planet thought, thinking immortal
But the path we’re on leads us straight to the portal
Chorus: [Jacken & (Mr Duke)]
(Devil’s in disguise)
They’re coming to claim us
Let it come as no surprise
I stare into the face of death
‘Cause at the end of their time, everybody dies
[Mr Duke]
This is a time of pain
Warzone for your own gain
I roam the middle with the metal ’cause I’m insane
Break frames… catch a smoking
Is it gonna earn you a name?
Did you get slain?
Or fall victim to bald knuckle-heads and bad aim
It ends all the same
Every mothafucker right here gotta jump on soul train
Some go up, some go south
Some get stuck in a realm with no way out
Some get to hide, O.D. on drug hits,
Dying in your sleep, that’s the shit
But lives get took violently
On the streets of a lost city
Chorus: [Duke & (Jacken)] X2
(Devil’s in disguise)
They’re coming to claim us
Let it come as no surprise
I stare into the face of death
‘Cause at the end of their time, everybody dies
[B-Real]
In the stone garden, we keep all the heavenly gates packed
With fresh souls under control, no holdin’ back
Look at all these names engraved in the stones
Even the unknown finds his path on his way home
Roam… where the spirits all lie
One of these fuckin’ days, even I’m gonna die
And when I do, I’ll be another memory
Hanging out with the ones who were there before me
Look out haaa… let me set your soul free
By the Buddha tree, open the gates to eternity
Everybody rise up, open up your eyes
We demise and we’re trippin’ to the other side
Chorus: [B-Real & (Mr Duke with Jacken)] X2
(Devil’s in disguise)
They’re coming to claim us
Let it come as no surprise
I stare into the face of death
‘Cause at the end of their time, everybody dies
[Mr Duke speaking]
Yeah at the end, at the end
We’ll catch up with you
You know what I’m saying, that’s it
We all die then motherfucker
Yeah even if you take me out by now
One of my motherfucker’s gonna take you up
And then you’ll take him and back and forth and shit
And it don’t stop you know what I’m saying
Body rott drop and shit
You know what I mean
Ah ah
This is the end
The Psycho Realm – Showdown
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world’s 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 I’m as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home 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
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police
Resulting, they’re biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while
Fist crash giants clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course:
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 wet’cha
Spread your body parts all over the continent
I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
The outcome: you’re just another one soul
Flyin’ into the heavens hit by the ’57
Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation
You’re getting rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand shaking
You want our of this situation
Course:
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 you’re steppin’
Deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns
Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums
It ain’t one on one no more, it’ gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome
Crazy wars, severe scars
If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours
Taking no loss
We’re 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 enemy’s sorrow
I rock the block with the music maniac
Tar back locos seekin’ that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head
A psycho one will shoot them dead
That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your life’s 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
Course:
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