Twisted Insane, C-Mob - Underground Psycho lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Twisted Insane, C-Mob - Underground Psycho lyrics]
Yeah
I'm that individual that you don't wanna
See up on a full moon
Might turn into werewolf, shit, nigga
It can be a nightmare if I go cuckoo
Brain splatter on the floor, any minute
I get with it, yeah
I did it if a motherfucker wolfing
I don't wanna hear that "Hold on, wait
A minute, I just wanna talk", motherfucker
Just take the ass whooping mhm, sick nigga
Still on the block with the gangsta shit
Standin' outside with the heater on
Go on a mission with a gangsta bitch
Up in the club with a gang of bitches
You can act like I ain't the shit
But don't be all up on me
When I'm leaving with the homies
And you're running through the door
Like you're chasing dick (Brainsick)
What's this? Like a nigga ain't big no more?
Coming through the door
Doing different shows, fucking hoes
Niggas on the road, I ain't lit no more?
Maybe 'cause a nigga don't spit slow-mo?
And you other niggas, is this so-so?
Back up out my lane 'fore I rip a nigga brain
Get the fuck up out my way
I ain't playing no more
Hold up nigga, you trying to smoke
Up all the weed again, nigga?
(No) aye, come in here with that shit, nigga
I'm-I'm-I swear you ain't finna be doing
This shit to me again, nigga
(A'ight) you know what I mean
While I'm in this motherfuka trying
To do my shit (I got you, nig') I just
Need a quick hit, nigga, while I go in
I'm back
Gimme the weed I need to be
Before a nigga do my verse
Smoking it by the ton
I need a pound to fill my fucking hearse
Yeah, I play to win, I used
To sit 'em on the play, watching Ray's event
Different motherfuckers coming every
Day to spend
I made so much money at the days-a end
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a 44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up
Laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and
Get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct
Don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in
The back of my yard un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or
The trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get
Dumped in a ditch
D-d-d-d-different nigga
Call it what you want to, I'm a fuckin' nut
Coming in, wolfing disrespectful shit
All these little niggas will fuck you up
S-some of the niggas even might cut you up
And put you in the freezer
With the chicken guts
Get ready for filleting
I can open up his brain
And I can hear you people
Saying "This nigga nuts"
When I get up on it and I really be up on it
I be pushing like a comet
I be feeling supersonic
Kinda like I was bionic with
The gin and fuckin' tonic
And I really go gorilla 'cause I
Was feeling super on it
Hear the muthafucka wolfing so I
Make him taste the vomit
Then I bring him to the dark and
Then I make him feel it haunted
And I feed him to the fish and
Make 'em meal up out the stomach
When I'm skidding past a muthafucka
Like I work at Sonic wicked nigga
Come from the era of the gangsta pimp
Won't be caught dead in skinny jeans
Bitch, I still walk around
With a gangsta limp
Half the new niggas is gangsta simps
Better yet now, gangsta wimps
You better for reala and you
Better be a killer
'Fore you run up on gorilla, blood
I ain't a chimp psy-Psy-Psy-Psy-Psycho nigga
Living up on the edge, head full of steam
I'm from Diego, California
Where these niggas run up on ya
Turn your face into bologna
Hit the bowl of green
Yeah, I'ma shoot 'em when I'm
Murdering a witch nigga when I catch 'em
Wouldn't wanna be a bitch nigga
I couldn't give a mad fuck about a president
That's still a bitch in person then I’ll
Run up on a rich nigga
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a 44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up
Laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and
Get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct
Don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in
The back of my yard un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or
The trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get
Dumped in a ditch
P-P-Pedal to the metal, man
I never half ass shit
On another level, spitting that acid
Give 'em that package, then I act savage
You are not a rapper
You are just a wack actress
Radio rappers are quicker to slaughter
Feel like I'm giving this
Dick to your daughter
Fucking 'em till it gets thicker than water
Lyrically castrating rappers
So we're probably on one
You don't wanna see me get loco
You are not OG Bobby Johnson
They're telling me I'm sort of crazy
I'd say the odds are more than maybe
Killin' off gold diggers, can't afford a lady
I'ma leave 'em in the
Trash like aborted babies
Sick of the trickery
Tricks'll be history quickly if you
Be fucking with me
Triggers be flickering, whistling
Wickedly sickening
It'll be something to see
Laying in the back of a seven-eleven
Send you up to heaven
Ascended to pearly gates
Scalping a motherfucker like
A Native American
Instead of a tomahawk I'm using a 38
Sicker than syphilis, twisted like licorice
Gifted with wickedness
Bitches and mistresses
Lifted like Icarus, this is ridiculous
Chris is meticulous with the word
Ripping this dropping pipe bombs in your
Chimney on Chris-a mas
Like a sadomasochistic Saint Nicholas
Twisted Insane and C-Mob are coming through
Your neighborhood tearing shit up
We're so sick with this
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a 44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up
Laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and
Get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct
Don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in
The back of my yard un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or
The trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get
Dumped in a ditch
I'm that individual that you don't wanna
See up on a full moon
Might turn into werewolf, shit, nigga
It can be a nightmare if I go cuckoo
Brain splatter on the floor, any minute
I get with it, yeah
I did it if a motherfucker wolfing
I don't wanna hear that "Hold on, wait
A minute, I just wanna talk", motherfucker
Just take the ass whooping mhm, sick nigga
Still on the block with the gangsta shit
Standin' outside with the heater on
Go on a mission with a gangsta bitch
Up in the club with a gang of bitches
You can act like I ain't the shit
But don't be all up on me
When I'm leaving with the homies
And you're running through the door
Like you're chasing dick (Brainsick)
What's this? Like a nigga ain't big no more?
Coming through the door
Doing different shows, fucking hoes
Niggas on the road, I ain't lit no more?
Maybe 'cause a nigga don't spit slow-mo?
And you other niggas, is this so-so?
Back up out my lane 'fore I rip a nigga brain
Get the fuck up out my way
I ain't playing no more
Hold up nigga, you trying to smoke
Up all the weed again, nigga?
(No) aye, come in here with that shit, nigga
I'm-I'm-I swear you ain't finna be doing
This shit to me again, nigga
(A'ight) you know what I mean
While I'm in this motherfuka trying
To do my shit (I got you, nig') I just
Need a quick hit, nigga, while I go in
I'm back
Gimme the weed I need to be
Before a nigga do my verse
Smoking it by the ton
I need a pound to fill my fucking hearse
Yeah, I play to win, I used
To sit 'em on the play, watching Ray's event
Different motherfuckers coming every
Day to spend
I made so much money at the days-a end
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a 44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up
Laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and
Get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct
Don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in
The back of my yard un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or
The trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get
Dumped in a ditch
D-d-d-d-different nigga
Call it what you want to, I'm a fuckin' nut
Coming in, wolfing disrespectful shit
All these little niggas will fuck you up
S-some of the niggas even might cut you up
And put you in the freezer
With the chicken guts
Get ready for filleting
I can open up his brain
And I can hear you people
Saying "This nigga nuts"
When I get up on it and I really be up on it
I be pushing like a comet
I be feeling supersonic
Kinda like I was bionic with
The gin and fuckin' tonic
And I really go gorilla 'cause I
Was feeling super on it
Hear the muthafucka wolfing so I
Make him taste the vomit
Then I bring him to the dark and
Then I make him feel it haunted
And I feed him to the fish and
Make 'em meal up out the stomach
When I'm skidding past a muthafucka
Like I work at Sonic wicked nigga
Come from the era of the gangsta pimp
Won't be caught dead in skinny jeans
Bitch, I still walk around
With a gangsta limp
Half the new niggas is gangsta simps
Better yet now, gangsta wimps
You better for reala and you
Better be a killer
'Fore you run up on gorilla, blood
I ain't a chimp psy-Psy-Psy-Psy-Psycho nigga
Living up on the edge, head full of steam
I'm from Diego, California
Where these niggas run up on ya
Turn your face into bologna
Hit the bowl of green
Yeah, I'ma shoot 'em when I'm
Murdering a witch nigga when I catch 'em
Wouldn't wanna be a bitch nigga
I couldn't give a mad fuck about a president
That's still a bitch in person then I’ll
Run up on a rich nigga
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a 44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up
Laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and
Get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct
Don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in
The back of my yard un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or
The trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get
Dumped in a ditch
P-P-Pedal to the metal, man
I never half ass shit
On another level, spitting that acid
Give 'em that package, then I act savage
You are not a rapper
You are just a wack actress
Radio rappers are quicker to slaughter
Feel like I'm giving this
Dick to your daughter
Fucking 'em till it gets thicker than water
Lyrically castrating rappers
So we're probably on one
You don't wanna see me get loco
You are not OG Bobby Johnson
They're telling me I'm sort of crazy
I'd say the odds are more than maybe
Killin' off gold diggers, can't afford a lady
I'ma leave 'em in the
Trash like aborted babies
Sick of the trickery
Tricks'll be history quickly if you
Be fucking with me
Triggers be flickering, whistling
Wickedly sickening
It'll be something to see
Laying in the back of a seven-eleven
Send you up to heaven
Ascended to pearly gates
Scalping a motherfucker like
A Native American
Instead of a tomahawk I'm using a 38
Sicker than syphilis, twisted like licorice
Gifted with wickedness
Bitches and mistresses
Lifted like Icarus, this is ridiculous
Chris is meticulous with the word
Ripping this dropping pipe bombs in your
Chimney on Chris-a mas
Like a sadomasochistic Saint Nicholas
Twisted Insane and C-Mob are coming through
Your neighborhood tearing shit up
We're so sick with this
Un-underground psycho
You don't really wanna tag on your toe
I'mma leave 'em with a 44 Mag to your hoe
Leave you chopped up
Laying in a bag on the floor
Un-underground psycho
Fuck around, you'll be losing your brain
Make a move when I go and
Get the tools out the shed
I'm sick fuck, I don't have screws in my head
Under-underground psycho
Most of you rappers are wack with the bars
Better come correct
Don't act like you're hard
I'ma leave your body parts in
The back of my yard un-underground psycho
No love for a punk or a bitch
Keep 'em in the basement or
The trunk of my whip
Then when I'm done you'll get
Dumped in a ditch