I′m just a maniac with a braniac with a bayonet and a blade attached
Did so many drugs til I'm to fade to black, got the baseball bat with the Raiders hat
Where the enemies? I aint afraid of that, told Xfinity to take the cable backWhen they charging me 80 bills a month to watch Fox news exaggerating facts
And the president, he looks a lil crazy, hard to walk the streets and not feel shady
When the terrors lurking and the metals bursting every culdesac with that 380
Or that 45 or that sub Uzi or whatever terrorists love shooting
I′ma bulldog with a snubnose taking rapper bites out these thug phonies
Lil Psycho with the wordplay, when the waves coming like a hurricane
I'll be guilty if it's what the jury say, used to ride my bike up in Surrey Lake
Making gingerbreads up off of Surrey Lane, had a couple tanks of acetyline
With the activis and a set a lean with the coke coming out the Medallin
27 Psycho, we the better team, got a life sentance in my denim jeans
I′ma put my life on anything, I dun been through worse in my set of dreams
I′m finna be one of the greatest here, Navy worker to a Navy Seal
Hop on out the boat, take the mill then hop back in with the stainless steel
I was fitting pipes, I was getting right, I was getting money in a different light
I was feeling good, I was doing good, I was hitting class every single night
I was trying hard not to live and fight but the demons always coming back to bite
Like they never gonna lose they apetite, find a rapper looking half as nice
I'm a skinny boy, I was doing push-ups every single morning tryn′a get the bulk up
Still I lost it everytime I woke up, with the cigarettes and the constant toke up
Sip the potion, tryn'a get my Hulk up, more adrenaline, got the hookup
Got the facts, I ain′t have to lookup, now I whip it, whip itil I got it cook up
Unemployed, I aint got shit, 23 year old locksmith
With the keys opening the doors to all the bullshit in my consciense
And the bodies hidden out in Auschwitz, and I'm resurrecting all my dead homies
With the dream been lost from the scheme of course, in the scheme of things man I been lonely
Pull up on ′em, tell the fed blow me, put the pedal down and then swerve off
Peg a copper with a Nerf ball, hit up with Birdman with my bird call
Still I'm rapping like a jerkoff with a bitter soul and a loud-mouth
In the centerfold I got the roundhouse tryn'a kick a rapper out the outhouse
