Straight Up Pyscho

Cause Ima straight up pyscho sick in the head

Lynchin them demons wit a bat

Cause them Christians understand I be that straight up pyscho

Lynchin them demons wit a bat, rat ta tat tat

Goes my gat, when I be pushin up

on that trigger that be on my steel

And thats for real, I be knockin them demons out like Holyfield

Well buck buck buck, yea them demons be gettin struck

Cause a demon tried to do my wrong

He's lyin to me tryin to tell me

that Jesus didn't love and He wasnt real

So I stole up on his grizill

I got up on my knees and startin

lynchin that demon wit a spiritual prayer

Just like in the rugged rhyme sayer *mixing sounds*

Demons try to step they get struck on the dome

Or grill so chill before I get bucked wild

Cause Ima straight up pyscho kinda like Micheal

Myers, I'm eatin up the devil like Dryer's ice cream

If you know what I mean

And I got a bald head just like Mr. Clean

Cause I'm clean from the sin

Got the Holy Ghost within

My soul, so I won

Cause the blood of the Son

Was shed and red so that we can be forgiven

Now I be slayin them sucka demons like a turkey on Thanksgiving

Word is bomb, I broke the devil's arm

So ring the alarm, I conquered demons just like Babalon

Conquered Judah, I don't praise buddah, don't smoke that huddah

And like Das Effects I'm comin straight from the sewer

Who knewa, stuff that I had last year wit no fear

I step up to that demon and I beat him down

Wit a rugged sound comin straight from the underground

Demons dry to strike, I peel their cap

[Chorus]

Its like that when I got my strap

So whats it to ya, boo ya

Another demon got blasted

And now its time to get drastic

Like Jurrasic Park, demons try to creep in the dark

But what they don't know is that I be waitin around the corner

Wit my heater, down to beat a

A demon til he's screamin and afraid

Demons can't fade cause I got my King James switch blade

In my hand, jaded that be B I B L E

The Basic Instructions Before Leavin this planet

And like Janet, Jackson God is in control

So act like ya know

That I be that knick knack paddy wack

Pyscho dog T-Bone, buckin demons upside the dome

Wit the chrome, cause I'm that lunatic from Frisco

And I'm still down wit E-Dog and Bisco

So loud up the clip and spray

I smoke demons and leavin em in an ash tray

Cause I'm that brother that really don't care

Got no hair, go ahead and dare

Me to put in work, those demons are hurt

I'm be doin dirt, cause when it comes to demons I'm steamin

So I'm down to catch a body if the body be the devil's

Wit the bass and treble, yo I'm takin it to a higher level

Mutalatin demons when I'm on the mic I'll

Then shoot em wit my riffle

Cause Ima

[Chorus]

I don't know how to act, cause I'm goin insane in the brain

This is one lunatic that they can't maintain

Cause Ima pyschopathic latin causin racket

Demons couldnt calm me wit a straight jacket

Packin the Bible every single day of my life

Cause 1 2 3, the devils' after T

Bone on the micra-phone

Everyday, so I pray pray pray

Til my hair turns grey

I turn away from sin and chose a path thats narrow

Duckin and dodgin the devil's arrows

That he be throwin in my direction

Put my protection is in Jesus Christ

So I do not need a gang or a crew

So whacha gonna do

Cause the devils' after you

Patna, yeah