Sorta Like A Psycho Lyrics

(Black C)Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might goSpray the whole town cuz a nigga is a schizoLittle freaky deetch try to say a nigga meanBut I'm sprayin punk ass with my Uzi machine(What you gonna do that shit fo?), lay your punk ass on the floorSo you wanna be captain save a hoe?Rat-a-tat rat-a-rat rat-a-tat-tat(Is that a cap gun?), no it's my mothafuckin macOr my deuce deuce, mothafuckin call it what you want to(I call my shit a gun), well I call my shit the make-roomMothafucka Mothafucka mothafucka pretty soonSince you're on my fuckin peniswhy don't you drop to your fuckin kneesBow wow wow yipee yo yipee yipee yeahBark like a dog and just make my mothafuckin day, niggaYa fuckin wit the wrong one, psycho ass lunaticnigga that is all wrongB-L-A-C-K-C, my mothafuckin nameI put up the deuce deuce so pull out my 12 gaugeBoom boom boom I watch the nigga head fall offThen I hit the cuts with my mothafuckin sawed offDuck while the body rot, nigga still on the plotBut next time, I use my mothafuckin Glock(chorus) To the old school nigga where I'm known the mostHunter's Point, give it up smoothKnick knack paddy wack, give a bitch a crack sackWhile I'm up in the cuts, blowin off niggas backsBut it ain't no thang, my bitch in the dope gameAnd I gotta ride, kill, and maintain my mothafuckin biz waxA nigga's fin to get tax, a nigga goin mad, they call me mad maxA mothafuckin rebel (a crazy ass basket) Punk mothafucka just call me Charles MansonTear it off bro, (man wit the funk flow, give it up smooth)Is my mothafuckin motoBut I see the blue and white suits wanna get meAnd I'm not goin out like my boy Tony TBring em on bring em on bring em, I'm fin to hit the cuts and I'mfeelin shake and bake emTippy tippy toe to my mothafuckin back doorI'm fin to straight chill wit a fat sack of indoBitch gimme some mothafuckin zig zags hoNow I got my zig zags, 40 ounce and watchin madShoes all muddy, and pants filled wit green grassBut I'm not trippin, a nigga gotta kill timeWent to the closet, and pulled out my 9Stepped went crept to the mothafuckin windowThe gun in the right hand, the left one indoBut the course is clear I'm fin to take a chill pillFuck that shit gimme a break down before I get illChorusI'm startin off my last verse, five niggas in a herseFuckin wit me should've checked his fuckin head firstI pulled out the U to the Z to the IPunk mothafuckas weren't prepared for the homicideRat-a-tat rat-a-tat same damn thingGot four in the head and one in the nigga layinAnd if they didn't know me right nowThen they'll never ever ever ever know me(Mr.Cee)So you should've be listenin from the get goCuz the villian on the under is about to flowI'm a nigga that moves in silence And I get a head rush in the midst of violenceA lot of people don't think highlyThe reason cuz I'm a product of a violent societyAnd that's the why the shit goesWhy go to a wholesale when I can jack you for your goldAnd it don't matter if you're ten pounds biggerYou'll just fall harder when I pull this triggerYeah there's a lesson to be learnedBut no one took notes, so niggas get burnedChorus