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