C-Mob, J Nella - Psycho lyrics

I'm having nightmares then I'm
Scared wide awake
Seeing blood and my hands and all
This blood on my face
Having dreams I'm a killer
In a murderous state
Always trynna choose a victim looking
For the right place
Got a heavy Hefty bag and
A heart full of hate
Niggas clutching a machete creeping
Through your crawlspace
Told you wipe out quick
Cause she realized the fate
Got victims in every state
So she on a death date
Delivered the fatal blow when
She starts to suffocate
When I'm bagging body parts I'm
Hearing thе bones break
This a 1-8-7 make no mistakе
This bitch is jammed in my trunk
Cut the pieces in the crate
No witness to the murder time date or place
No color of the car, year, model or make
No autopsy report no semen from the rape
No crime scene tape
She disappeared with a trace
Cause, I'm a psycho
Creeping deep in the night load your rifles
I got no peace in my life
I'm more like Michael
Give me a reason to strike
Then I'm seeking the fight with
The piece in the night

I finally figured a way to get
Out of my straight jacket
When I see your face that
Is where I'mma place hatchets
I'd love to hear the sound of
You scream when your flesh rips
Then butcher your body bit's cause
I'm hungry for breakfast
I'm cutting you in sections
Play with your intestines
Mentally I'm sick and I'm
Spreading the infection
Murderous I am a maniacal monstrosity
Have your girl screaming "come get him
He's on top of me" pillow to her face
I like smothering dimes
Go to the trunk, grab the shovel and lime
I hit her with nine shots
I don't have a pine box
So I guess her body will
Decompose under lime rocks
I will cut you like Freddy Krueger
Put that machete through ya
The broke and breaded get debted don't
Let that fatty fool ya
So run for cover whenever the lights go
Cause, I'm mentally unstable
C-Mob is a psycho cause, I'm a psycho
Creeping deep in the night load your rifles
I got no peace in my life
I'm more like Michael
Give me a reason to strike
Then I'm seeking the fight with
The piece in the night

They say I ain't the Grim Reaper
But I am a sick creature
Got a shawty on my back
While I'm gripping heat seekers
Ain't a cannibal, in fact
I'll let my cheese eat ya
Break your elbows and your knees and
Beat you with a meat cleaver
Apartment to trunk
Jumping out with street sweepers
Leave you in your front yard
Looking like a meat pizza
Feeling hunger for greatness
You'll know it when I eat ya
America's Most Wanted I'm headlined
To be the feature dumping bodies in the lake
Strapped up with cinderblocks
Either that or the county woods
Sniffing cold left to rot
Crease you up like a church shirt
And tuck you in the box
After let the body rot and fold
Your face down like a sock
A psychopathic motherfucker
Whole world's in my palm
And he stepped inside my symptom
Got my cravings feeling strong
So when I bust up in your
Place try to remain calm
Got a pistol packed in my pants
That's the size of King Kong
Cause, I'm a psycho
Creeping deep in the night load your rifles
I got no peace in my life
I'm more like Michael
Give me a reason to strike
Then I'm seeking the fight with
The piece in the night