X-Raided

X-Raided - Fuckin Wit A Psycho lyrics

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[Verse 1]

I had a vision of a murder

X-Raided sitting in a house with a 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth

Straight fucking with that sisqo, it got me noid

I never should've started fucking with that 40

Now sprung out, stuck on the killa trip

Trippin like a motherfucker, but now I'm through with it

Got on the phone said "Amigo I'm on my way

My bitch is tripping, I need a place to stay"

she's talking to me like I got no brain

Cause of that sisqo, or cuz I'm insane

Brotha Lynch's been through the same thing though

But X-raided can be tripping over no hoe



So I got my 9 I was stressing

Trew out a lotionhead to keep em guessing

Went outside a house there was a dead bitch

That what she gets from marrying a lunatic

Im on that killa spree shooting that 9

Niggas dying cuz me and my bitch had a fight

I know its fuckedup and fooled but thats the price ya paying

Niggas fading my bitch is too when I sprung

See I dont give a fuck about shit

Even if ya know me I smoke ya and let you be a (dead homie)

show me that you're a lunatic like show and ya might live when ya fuckin wit 

a psycho



[Chorus: x2]

Dont fuck with a crazy Motherfucker

Dont fuck with a (a motherfucking Psycho)

Dont fuck with a b-



[Verse 2]

(Hell yeah) I did a walkby and the attitude I have is

Fuck everybody if they ain't from the ?? (fo' sure)

Little voices in my head got me doing dirt

The ever deaths of the murder painted on my shirt

Is it the sisqo that's fucking up my head? (maybe)

Ain't it crunchy for the thirst of a nigga dead

Was my bitch right, am I crazy?

Or am I thinking the worlds trying to fake me? (he is)

The only answer that I know is the killa chow

Watching his ass bleed the pillars of a riot punk

I got 2 homies meg0 and Brotha Lynch

They know I'm crazy but they just didn't get convinced

Yeah, now watch me kill this motherfucker

I cracked his spine, take two limbs like a titty rowsucker

I moved my pedals when I saw his body drop

His neck was broke and his spinal cord was popped

I can't be stopped (yeah), I got to take that fools life

I'm outta bullets so fuck it, I use my knife

Who's next to die don't know nobody no bitch stare

No telling when you're fucking with a psycho



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I'm looking for a slida - some jack the ripper shit

So I take a bitch and stick a fat knife in her clit, watch her twit

My bricks turn to stone

Cause I love to hear a motherfucker scream in a scare tone

And then it's on, I'm digging in the dead bitch

She can't feel it but I gives a fuck I like the shit

I hear sirens, that's all I need to know

The cops is on their way, it's time for me to go

I hit a ?? and was headed for the house shot

On deuce 4 street the cops had a roadblock

'What the fucks next?' is what I'm thinking

I'm butt-naked and my plot is straight sinking

I grabbed the bitch who was standing on the corner

"You scream or hollah and I smoke ya, I won't budge."

I put the knife to her throat and yelled out

"Clear the street or this bitch's gon' get another mouth."

The cops is like "Right yeah, let the lady go."

I said "Hell no, I kill this bitch and that's on the fo'."

I had the bitch by her throat wouldn't let her go

She gotta die cause they're fucking with a psycho



[Chorus]



[Verse 4]

(Fuck, picture this) (Cause I shot your punk ass in the midst)

Now I'm in a fuckedup spot but I got a cool plot

That I'mma use, and I'mma kill the hoe if they refuse

To let me go cause nigga I know what's up

If I cut the bitches throat then I'm fucked

The cops don't care about blowing a top of me

Cause I be delaying they coffee and donuts so

I thought about my plot I'mma kill the hoe

Based on the fact I put it on the motherfucking fo

Cop listen ya better drop ya weapon and do shit

Either that or I'm gonna let the bitch have it

The cops is like 'go ahead kill the trick'

probably cause the girl was a black bitch

I said okay and put the knife to her throat

I took a swing and then headed towards jumpo

They started blasting and blasting at me

About 20 shots, they never hit a nigga G

I was running low, trying not to get popped

Got chased by hundred white cops

I got shot then I dropped like c-lo

Just another day, in the life of a psycho
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