Psycho - DMG

Picture this the mothafuckin' nigga rollin' posse deep killin'

Rulin' with my boys, hittin' up the streets

Knuckleheaded niggas rollin' by throwin' up they set

Yeah, time to lay another nigga down to rest

Red lights, yellow lights, green lights red and blue

Poison blue, like a niggas up to frontin troops

They let my homie out of jail 'cause he snitched

But before he get’s me stuck I’ma go and fuck his bitch

But I don’t fuck you if you don’t try to fuck me

Look I thought you knew that’s how it is livin' in the streets

Ghetto nigga, ghetto bitch, ghetto son

Ghetto house, ghetto car, ghetto mothafuckin' gun

Yeah, the lyrical mac’s gettin fret off the bat

With the mothafuckin' rhymes that I stack

Hit proper so niggas better tighten up your collars

I’m psyched like a psych 'cause all I hear is bloody hollars

It’s dark when I’m mashin', images are smashin'

Nigga force a struggle so I’m dirty like a trash can

Oh so now you know just how it goes for the niggarole

D to the M to the G real mothafuckin' psycho

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

Maxin', taxin', real nigga passion

Mark manic’s out from the hood of a thrashin'

Bouncin' scroungin' came of a niggarol

Tossed in the ghetto born and raised as a killer though

St. Paul assassin underrated black man

Locked in the world of a psych so I’m jackin'

Terrorism onslaught, mad from the jump start

Nigga bust a nut.

flip you up like a pop tart

Nightstalkin' predator, lyrical competitor

Quick to light 'em up like a Vietnam veteran

Gunnin' like a soldier, hard like a boulder

Punks gotta left 'cause the bullshit is over

Niggas can’t fade me, bitches can’t fade me

Love it when they talk, 'cause in the end they get played G

I’m quick like a whip, blast rugged with a rough

Skins gettin' torn 'cause I flip him like a flap jack

Underground master, DMG the kingpin

Countin' on the wax 'cause I’m raw with an ink pen

Hellafied rhyme skills, flows I can match 'em

Hazardous in many ways, lyrics I can back 'em

Huh, so now you know just how it goes for the niggarole

So now you know just how it goes for the niggarole

So now you know just how it goes for the niggarole

D to the M to the G real mothafuckin' psycho

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

And it don’t stop and it won’t stop

And it don’t stop let my gats pop yeah