DJ Mello - Psycho Lyrics

I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread
Precise, become a poltergeist, stickin' knives inside of your head
What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue ?
I continue to expose you niggas that's so superficial
I script you your obituary then blow like a missile
Once I blow the whistle, motherf*ck may the forces be with you
Come with a style, I'm wildin', pile up my money so kosher,
Then call up the sofa f*ckin' bitches in back of the rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up bitches outside of the costa rica area level,
My features and carry my posters

Unprecedented, I cemented, you changin' your flow up
While helpin' you grow up, niggas know you for soundin' so tore up
Challengin' niggas, better hold on to banister niggas
F*ck around I'll stuff your body parts into canisters niggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust' your motherf*ckin' ass
Busta buss, cass, and papoose is f*ckin psychopaths

[Chorus: x8]
Making niggas wanna get hype yea I'm psycho

My nigga beside me with triggers and niggas get bodied
I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm Mr. Miyagi
But this ain't karate, I been sick since I pissed in a potty
I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy
I'm a cannon man
Holdin' the hamma man
For the loot niggas shoot niggas like a camera man
Snappin' a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker
I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers
And I do crimes for the bread like croutons
With two nines I be layin' clowns down like foutons
With the bullets in the rocket, my pockets is full of cream
I'm blowin' steam keep the steel in my hands like wolverine

Poppin' the metal, you niggas is not on my level
I'm locking the kettle man, I'm hot like the pot and the kettle
On the mic I spaz, who get it hype as cass
And my nigga busta, we some motherf*ckin' psychopaths

[Chorus: x8]

I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won't melt
I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, I won't be kilt (killed)
I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm bedstuy
I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible I won't lie
I'm the code of silence in the gotti crew
I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, I just bodied you
Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you
Like kamakize through, your baby mom's feel the wop cock back
Cause she was sittin' on my lap
I stay with the oowap strap
I put your baby daddy in a body bag
When I squeeze and let the wop clap
I Baghdad like Iraq

This is my era, you niggas is losers
I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer
Got the infrared dot, bustin' you gullible suckers too
But a dot on your ass like www

[Chorus: x8]