Video Psycho de Busta Rhymes 2024 Rap Lyrics

Busta Rhymes - Psycho Lyrics

Psycho Song Lyrics
Psycho by Busta Rhymes (feat. Cassidy and Papoose)

[Busta Rhymes: Talking]

[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread
Percise, 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 missle
Once I blow the whistle, motherf**k 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**kin b**ches in back of the rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up b**ches outside of the costa rica area level, my features and carry my posters
[talking intermission:]
Unprecendented, I cememnted, you changin your flow up
While helpin you grow up, niggas know you for soundin so tore up
Challengin niggas, better hold on to bannister niggas
f**k around I'll stuff your body parts into cannisters niggas
Like you don't know the half, I'll bust your motherf**kin ass
Busta buss, cass, and papoose is f**kin psychopaths

[Chorus:]
Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]
[Cassidy:]
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 p**sed 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
[talking intermission:]
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 muthaf**kin psychopaths

[Chorus:]
Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]

[Papoose:]
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
[talking intermission]
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:]
Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8]