Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
Psycho, psycho, psycho
Better get it through your brain
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
Aftermath and Shady bitch, you can read it and weep
They nose in our business, hopin' that I don't come smoke 'em
A maniac wit' anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
And blow your brains the fuck out
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Split a nigga open, killin' folks compulsive
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
When you say my name, never say it in vain
Some fell out and hit the floor
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
We been fuckin' Loco
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites
I'm on your porch wit' a gun and your son, sippin' a forty
When you say my name, never say it in vain
So watch what you say
I get colder than December
I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
You know what? I am crazy, it's hell
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up
You niggaz close to croakin' any moment and I know when
'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow
'Cause I'm a psycho
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Better get it through your brain
Am I insane? Who really knows
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
So everyone can notice who was focused on us pokin'
Cornell Pitts A.K.A. Bugz
And I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quotable
I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em
And I don't know too much about my daddy
To notice what you ho's will do
We'll fuckin' snap in a minute, bitch
You just as fast as Dre can say, "Hell, yeah"
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Cypress Hill, D12 bitch
Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
You could be dead period, end of story
'Cause it can happen either today or the next minute
They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
'Cause I'm a psycho
'Cause I'm a psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho
You see my poster in the 'hood for the G of the week
All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank
Speak when you spoken to
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name, never say it in vain
Get scared, life ain't fair and I'm prepared to blast
Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit
Psycho, psycho, psycho
We fuckin' crazy
