Psych Daddy, can me and my three friends come and play with you Tonight? Oh yeah, you and your three friends can come play with me Tonight, and you and your three friends can come pay with Tonight, you know what I'm sayin? Big Syke, you know what I'm talkin' about. Erotic, exotic, and a little psychotic.
Picture a room where a con lives, it's dark inside Newspaper clippins on the wall, from vics that died Blood everywhere, you can tell the psycho went through He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two Psycho Uh, stalkin niggas, butcher knives stays handy He would sit inside the park, and laugh and give kids candy They say he was weird, but the bodies he killed He always scratched off the names of the people he killed Real slow, Pysch torture style, pass me the scissors And cut off microscopic pieces like a mirror Terror screams, let me know the spinal was crumbled By the gestures they made and the words that they mumbled Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready It takes practice, training to keep a nail gun steady You should yell when it clicks, 'cause blood finna seep And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep
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Graveyards in my slaughter house Mutilation and bacteria to straight cats ? You can bet that yours is full of healthy humans and mice Kinda lookin' like a fleshy big pot fulla rice Twenty people dead, strangled, uh that's my hobby When I die you think I'm dead, but I really switched bodies I'm standing there, watchin', they put him in the ground Blow a sweet when it's over, I'll go kill downtown Cops don't understand, they thought he was bluffin' They say the officer went crazy when he murdered a dozen Other cops and didn't ? 'cause life ain't fair They put his body in the chair, but his mind wasn't there Soul snatcher, got cha, hit him with a heavy right Hold him, hug him, hit him with a heavy pipe Burn him, scorch him, you can bet the people saw it Leave him there for thirty minutes, you'll see the birds ?