Psychosis

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Psychosis

I'm going mental

I'm stuck in the melody

Call me instrumental

Hip hop felonies

Down with the gentle

Gotta analyse what I been through

Fuck you

Tourette's one of my disorders

I been Horus

Make the beat explode when I spit on it

Supersonic I'm fluid like gin tonic

And when I say I'm killing it

Its just symbolic

Come and hang with the Dope kids

Come and hang and I'ma show you how the show business is

If you the lawn then I'm mowing it

Because I'm way too thick like I'm Jay-Z's lower lip

Can't get a grip on my sober shit

Now let me break these niggas down to the last little bit

And blast cum on your pretty bitch

Cause I got medical issues

And more than just a silly twitch

Get out my way cause I'm pretty pissed

Grab niggas by their necks and dump em in a dirty ditch

And dirty dicks for your nerdy bitch

I'ma never switch

Stay like this

Till I'm 36

You jerk prick just insert disc

Or I'ma get busy like a insurgist

Its way more than I can cope with

Hopeless

Dope D.O.D. living with a psychosis

Come along come and see it

Psychotic being, circus freak: Skits

I cut wack mc's career's short as a fetus

Now I'm on the brink of destroying world leaders

I enter arena's, seen as the beast in the sport

Chopping down crews with a 3 meter sword

When P's on the boards there's a chemical reaction

Run while ya can start heading for the exits

Cause my skin melts off when I transform

And shut down blocks like a sandstorm

You come across as a nervous teen

I go blind in the club and wake up to a murder scene

Drug tester, raise my blood pressure

I give chicks a case a shock lecture

Raps mad hatter, in effect

I kill a track with flows from the bottom of the river bed

And I ain't finished yet, within a milli sec

I cut the crap and snatch ya by ya little head

I hit the switch to high voltage

And stay slick as I live in psychosis

Psychosis; I wrote this

Heroin needle with wings: fly dope shit

Port of Miami, I'm hangin' near a boat, bitch

Open the box, and that's where the coke bricks

I'm so slick, no wave grease

When the four spit, don't wave "peace"

I'm about war, diamond with no flaws

Rhymin' is so raw, climbin' from dirt poor

Mentally sick, I'm meant to be rich

But I'm the opposite, I'll pop the fifth and empty the clip (Haha)

No smile and a fucked up grin (P!)

Profilin' with scuffed up Timbs

Past the point of no return

Blast the joint, ignore the burns

Lost contact with reality

Psychosis; who the fuck wanna battle me?