PSYCHO Lyrics

Hold up, let me out

Let me take over for a second

Let me take over

Let me talk to 'em

Ahem

I consider murdering half of the people I speak to

When we talk I see blood and guts like you see-through

Death is depressing but let's be real, life is bleak too

If it wasn't for the prison system, I would fucking eat you

People who talk down to me are fucking clowns to me

I might fuck around and go to town and have a fucking ounce on me

Not an ounce of weed an ounce of shit you can't pronounce on me

AKA certain bones and intestines, science lesson nouns, you see

I can't sleep 'cuz I'm on twitter watching gore and shit

I see my dreams in real life when I'm browsing Tor and shit

I like to fiddle with my guns and shurikens in the drawers and shit

I be on GTA just torturing the clerks in the stores and shit

I be in public thinking about how easy it would be to end a life

I be doing rituals tryna see if any demons wanna spend the night

I got fists balled, yelling at bitches, high key tryna start a fight

I got my tongue wiping up blood off of my favorite knife, like

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip

Gimme my body back!

Mmmmm, nah

I'm good