50 Cent, Ester Dean - The Psycho lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Ester Dean - The Psycho lyrics]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho)
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional)
Or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish)
Or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)
You be a casual till you slip up
We coming like vultures
Click clack pop pop boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come I come, I do shit my way
Nigga, I spell Dre NWA
I say spray, get out of the way
Flames up out of the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spend revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em good morning
Today is a good day for mourning
First nigga get outta linе, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pеst control
I put the work
To all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming fuck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7: 30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said fifty ain't the
Sharpest knife in the drawer get outta line
And I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho)
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional)
Or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish)
Or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me
This
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me
I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when get at ya
I hit ya so hard
Your click feel like you been slapped by the
Next full moon
I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that whoopty with that beam
On to get at you
You niggas so effectious, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pussy
Come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high
Nigga you a CA feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange
Call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished fucking
I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times
What is it man now who said I didn't do it
Like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let
It of at ya door
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho)
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional)
Or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish)
Or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional)
Or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish)
Or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)
You be a casual till you slip up
We coming like vultures
Click clack pop pop boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come I come, I do shit my way
Nigga, I spell Dre NWA
I say spray, get out of the way
Flames up out of the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spend revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em good morning
Today is a good day for mourning
First nigga get outta linе, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pеst control
I put the work
To all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming fuck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7: 30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said fifty ain't the
Sharpest knife in the drawer get outta line
And I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho)
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional)
Or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish)
Or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me
This
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me
I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when get at ya
I hit ya so hard
Your click feel like you been slapped by the
Next full moon
I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that whoopty with that beam
On to get at you
You niggas so effectious, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pussy
Come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high
Nigga you a CA feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange
Call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished fucking
I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times
What is it man now who said I didn't do it
Like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let
It of at ya door
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho)
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional)
Or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish)
Or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause
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