Master P - Psycho Rhymes lyrics

Yo it's 1992 and Master P is
Back up in this motherfucker

(Yo man lets do this shit right
Man if everybody plays right, then put yo
Right hand over yo heart
And let yo left hand grab
Yo nut now everybody sing along, bitch)

(stop the music)

We are the world we are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'

There's a fiend in every hood
Dumb fiends that bring they pipes
It's truly nigga betta then
That's why we dealin'

(C'mon everybody)

We are the world we are the dealers
We are the ones that sell crack cocaine
So let's start sellin'

(Talking muffled by loud beats)

Check this out fool i'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they fuckin' T
I say "Your hole there -
It's about to explode"
I took a gat to her ass
& she took off her clothes
In other words I be movin'
Fast like a pickpocket

See- I'm a mother-fuckin' maniac
I gotta top it
I talk to the bitch before I kill 'em
I'm like a psycho like Charles
Manson - the blood drilla'
I take yo life and take yo
Arms and cut the bitches off
And play a bloody mother-fuckin' game of golf
And break your arms
Your legs I shoulda did it sooner

Reach in yo stomach - pull
Out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost
You gotta go you untested
Cause DAMN they like arrested codes

For a dead bitch - ya give some good head
Ya must be on yo period -
'cause my dick is bloody red
I left it in you
I see you face - ya about ta cry
But before ya do make me pull out them eyes
Make me slap yo mother-fuckin'
Face but don't speak
That big round ass could make
Some good luncheon meat

In other words you're dead
You got your cap peeled
See I'm a crazy motherfucker
And that shit's real

Yo man, whacha think about that
(Man, what you say about that is
Bullshit - that shit ain't real)

Oh, aight, check this out

It's 1993 and Master P is
Back in this motherfucker
Ya know what I'm sayin'
I had to get a lil' stupid 'cause
Last year some niggas was talkin' shit
But see, I'm back ya know what I'm sayin'
I'm about to get paid
And all them motherfuckers that
Try to stop me
There's gonna be a bloody murda

Yo Kent
Turn up some of that gangsta-ass music