Psycho Lyrics

Mommy

Wake up

We're not done playing

Did you really think it'd be over that quick?

The gates are calling

I think you should answer mommy

God is dead

I ain't kill him but i said it though

Walking across this fire feel like water am I cynical?

Civic folk falling to the chaos it's so beautiful

All you see is red

Welcome to the last funeral

Dining room table it smell like Hollywood

Digital gangstas think San Andreas they real hood

Fuckery give a fuck about subtlety begging these fucks to humble me

Y'alls killshot suicide to a bumble bee

Master of ceremonies

Purging these bums

The irony they had no iron soon as iron man come

They always say that love hurts well you can trust this is love

Walk in the booth wearing OJ's gloves washed in the blood

Famous for what?

Y'alls lyrics lie on a bed of lies

I am not the gun but the silencer sound like goldeneye

My demons only talk about Dema and how to polarize

I really had to walk with the damned without a Pulitzer Prize 

The talking dead should've laid me to rest

Took my daughter instead now I'm fucking back for revenge

Lament configured pen condemn the grimiest men

The book of untruth

Another story begins

I don't hesitate to cut ties

I don't memorize all my lines

This shit's god given you ain't forgiven

I don't fuck around with my rhymes

I don't play around I murder on sight

Like cyclops in his prime

I'm better just half hearted like a tear drop that won't fall out of my eyes

If you haven't noticed

Armageddon's here

See the blood red in that sky?

That will rain upon you

Like Lorena Bobbit y'all dicks are all out of time

You can see my bars are never out of passion

That black casket's never out of fashion

I'm on top of that nine like it's a fraction

I stick to that metal magnet attraction

You dirty the floor but don't mop right

Drunk mindset but still no Scotch-Brite

Alright it's all fun and games till your put on the spot for that spot light

I pick my target in secrecy gas you up just to put an x on it

If you sleep on me at least have the decency

That when you shit the bed

Puts some pads on it

I rock to Bose but don't rock with bozos

Nowadays you ain't gotta be a pro just to get a promo

Haphazard half assed assholes hand held but claiming solo

The fire in my eyes never went away

Since the day I performed at Soho

2Dimm got together just to show you the rapture

No fee, this shit pro bono