Three 6 Mafia - Gotta Touch 'em (Pt. 2) lyrics

Psycho in da psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta touch 'em i gotta touch 'em
I gotta touch 'em i gotta touch 'em

This shit is beginning to come into focus but
No one can figure out Infamous murderous
Dark psychosis
Trippin I'm running the darkness
I'm loading berettas
I'm jacking yo' ho shit
A posse of satanic mobbers
We coming to smoke 'em and leave
'em in puddles of plasma
I'm coming for stashes
For cash then blast until everyone
In here passed out my fellow man
You cannot comprehend strength of
The devil military killers
Execution to death


You will be sentenced as I put Nina
Into your head through the pillow
The Three 6 nigga coming to
Injure you at nightfall
Give it up or this desert eagle shall
Make them fall up on you all
(Come on mane, you finna give me them)
Naw bitch (Aww dog, man have some mercy
Have some mercy) naw bitch
(A couple of hundred mane
Just a couple of hundred mane)
Check it out my nig:
I'm gonna kill you anyway
You won't need none of that shit
Ran through the backyard
Jumped the gate to the corner
Of the back street hopped into the steamer
Tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat
I'm coming to rush 'em son, crush 'em son
Buck my gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch someone

Psycho in da psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta touch 'em i gotta touch 'em
I gotta touch 'em i gotta touch 'em

I got a problem, money dividends
Gotta solve them
The only thing going through my head
Is "murder and rob them"
I heard they got cash, I gotta touch they ass
Quick, fast, in a hurry
Get away with a fuckin dash
Every night I sit and think on why
These hoes keep playing with me
They gonna make me click them clicka click
And they don't wanna see my bad side
P they gonna make me transform to another man
And make they motherfuckin ass
Do the devil dance
Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoe
Easy come, easy go easily we kick in doors
I gotta touch 'em

In my fuckin' head I vision bloody red
As I chopped off his fuckin head
Left him dead for them bitches
A psycho at large
Dumb bitch don't step to this bomber squad
I'm harder, i go and I rip you apart
Like a prey once the predator
No need for them paramedics
See wait for the Koopsta scared 'em
Sc-scared a bitch and left
'em sittin in hectic
Now waitin' for that armageddon, bitch

Psycho in da psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta touch 'em i gotta touch 'em
I gotta touch 'em i gotta touch 'em

I hooked up with a few
Down niggas from the M-town
Then we started robbin outta town
Makin' them lay it down
Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge
To they fuckin' back
Stickin' them liquor stores, robbin banks
Plenty car-jacks snatchin old ladies purse
Knockin niggas to the dirt
My nine gon' make yo body hurt
I'll put your body in a hearse
Call me a playa hater, traitor
What you want bitch
Strapped wit them thangs on your ass
Hear them guns click inside job
Strictly robbin so you better beware
Of the nigga with a gat and mask
Raise 'em in the air

Now life was up and down for
The Killa Man as a youngster
Stickin these tricks up daily you
Tripping I'm still a hustler
Cutting class don't make my
Snooze behind the barrel
Shootin crowds I hit it up in a honeycomb
And smoke a fuckin pamper house
Hollerin at my brother Phil D
I gotta get straight
No thang mayn he got me straight
That thang fool be booming weight
Hoppin on my scooter with my ski
Mask and my Deuce Duece
All blue joggin' suit, tube socks
And Coogi troop but now I'm getting older
Comin' clean is what I'm hopin'
And now that I got boulder dope
Girls are what I'm scoping bitch
This is the touch