Tytuł: Lunatics in the grass

• Wykonawca: Cypress Hill
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   Intro
  
  Straight from the Psycho Ward
  Once again
  
  Verse One: B-Real
  
  Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal
  Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner
  In the combat, the banana leaf control
  A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold
  You going crazy, can't understand
  Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!
  Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission
  You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!
  Sick-o!
  Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!
  Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
  They all wanna raid my spot and take hits
  But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits
  Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!
  I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!
  Actions allowing the words to barrage in
  From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell
  You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost
  You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?
  
  Chorus
  
  Looney, lunatic turned sick
  Psycho, crazy in the head, I go
  Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break
  You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!
  
  Verse Two: Jacken
  
  For those who really don't understand
  Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!
  Buggin' now from, all the things I see
  All tread bad and I meant in 3D
  We be the psycho doers, turned killers
  Only to survive all these street cop killers
  I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting
  Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting
  It ain't no thing but mad
  You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
  Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober
  When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
  The only reason why I say this
  Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
  One can only maintain, for so long
  'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn
  Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless
  Only known from crazy acts, making you famous
  
  Verse Three: B-Real
  
  I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel
  When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!
  If the criminal element, unfolding
  But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit
  Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live
  If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface
  Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!
  I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
  We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout
  Talk about, my mental state
  Think I need to rehabilitate
  Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait
  But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!
  Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on
  The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
  Psycho assassins smashing your membrane
  Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!
  
  Chorus X2