Текст песни Psycho - Royce da 5'9"

Uh, yeah
I call my cannon poppa, I′m the shit, smell me?
You can't mask it, it′s not the phantom of the opera
The cannibal of rap, knock you out on camera
Turn around and play it back on "When Animals Attack"
I'm a psycho, like no other I am martial
Bitch picked up my shot and drank it so I fuckin shot the bitch
I'm controlling lots of shit, I can go from rock n roll to opposite
Hip-hoppin shit, never miss like Stojakovic
Pop up on you, pop you quick, run your pockets, pocket it
Killin what I′m not feelin, triggers strum like a violin
Entire man, tell the buyer welcome to my environment
I′m violent, my rhyme is on fire like dying firemen
Thirty-two year old pioneer, I'll leave you lying if you using ironware
You niggas pink, I am rare, where they serving up the drinks, I am there
Take the cops to water SWATs will show up like somebody saw a fly in here
Anything moving, I want in, unless it′s the skinny jean movement, I want out
I don't need nobody else to ride for me, I roll out
Before I shoot you say "remember me, you went and forgot about"
(BOOM BOOM BOOM)
I got a pocket full of stones, my niggas will be on your head
For some money as they in the prostituting zone
I won′t let the bully off, beef with me is like a lock connected to a bra,
You'll be naked, can′t pull it off!
Imagine murdering your record company for merging
With who gave you a deal 'cause you ain't deserving
I′m not a rapist bitch, I′m just a pervert
Crazy dude with a dick full of baby food, now switch to Gerber
The richest murder, get it and put your gun away
I'll rip a Pacquiao in the spring, sell it through the summer
You can call me money-made, your money funny, run away
Take the Kaye, off a Faye, leave a nigga Dunaway
Get it? I′ll go ballistic on your spirit
That chopper, look like somebody put some scissors to your fitted
I been with this from the beginning, if you vision
Or picture me killing witnesses, if I'm the defendant, I was offended
I rap a lot but I′m not independent
Drink alcohol a lot, knowing my only real problem is spending
Them metaphors and them similes is career ending
Your melon soaring to infinity is what I intended
Don't get in trouble, you get me pissed and my fist will hit ya
You hearing birds and seeing doubles like picture in picture
You hearing rumbles, you heard me say I was sicker, sicker
I′m gonna go get the papers, get the papers
Your bitch sucked my johnny two times, polished me like a hella shoeshine
Get your shine box, Ryan gotta go tear a coupon
I fit the description of a killer with a ridiculous dick
Why is your bitch so mentally into me? Shit!
But she can list me with her sensitive intimate-ship
All I do is poke holes, like I be fencing with chicks
A pitch black attitude, before I meet you I'm
Naturally mad at you, you'll have to be that and the gratitude
You like living life? Then kiss my ass til′ you′re cool
I'm hot, like your gun will be after you pass me the tool
Don′t have to be rapping at your talent show at your school
I had a full capacity of my faculty clapping at you
We're actually getting your rap group a casket or two
Never did a movie ′cause I'm too busy acting a FOOL!