House Of Krazees - Bates Theory lyrics

Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

Psycho sick-ass maniac is in my spread

My output of rhymes tells you
Not to fuck with me
My input is deadly, don't test me
I'll light your ass up like
The Fourth of July
I'll even split my chest open
And let the monsters fly
I'll turn into a snake in the
Grass and poison your weed

Your head explodes
I pick up the pieces and feed my face
You think it's sick? I say
This shit tastes like peaches
Check my pieces of my body
Lurks beneath the covers
You gon' suffer, motherfuckеr
'cause the smoke smothеrs
Bury your motherfuckin' ass
So don't step to this
Tricks or treat, return to me, you punk bitch
Read the lips of the dead bodies
I keep 'em packed sho 'nuff
It's rough bein' mad and fucked up
Let it rain on the heads of my enemies
Let it rain ROC's 'til they can't breathe
Listen to the words they served
Your ass like bitches
My brain feels the maggots
But it's the Bates Theory

Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

Master of insanity, hold onto your brain
'cause here we go
On a trip through the mind of a psycho
Oh shit, something happened, some of a bitch
God damn, I'm the man with the wicked shit
Hold my hand and walk with me down the trail
Blood and guts, the product of my grim tales
It never fails
My mind's always on the blink
Twisted illusions makes it hard to think
Beneath the skin, finds the blood
Another slash to your throat hope you
Don't die in the flood
A psychotronic motherfucker with the
Intent to kill
Just to suffice all my demented thrill
Blood will spill, I got the chills
Dump the mutilated body on
The highest fuckin' hill
Sacrificing place kickin' up much dust
Hold my skull and hope that
My brain don't bust
Quite deranged when kickin' my Retro rhymes
Some hard time in the theater of the mind
What is mine is always seekin' the truth
Bringin' the facts to all my demented youth

Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho, psycho, psycho

Psycho, psycho psycho, psycho
Psycho, psycho psycho, psycho

Flip the script
And I'll pray somebody listen this ain't
Time to bleed my brain for information
Spreadin' evil as I spin in a revelation
Psycho trippin', I'm mesmerized by this

Take my time to write my tombstone scripts
Can't you read? Too late your wig split
Fuck it, the time has come to seal fate
Nails in a casket sunk to a bottomless lake
Rotten flesh will burn to the very day

Cruise the boneyard, I now feels the need
To cause havoc on this town
And watch it bleed gruesome tales
A horror's past with bloodshed
Smash a skull I'm braindead
My job is done in this town, yeah
So let's go
Everybody fears a motherfuckin' psycho

(Psycho! Psycho)
My mind feels the maggots, my mind

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