Tytuł: Psycho active

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A nine in my mothafucking guts, so cold
   (...My nine is easy to load...)
   So I keep the mothafucka on safe
   Cause a nine in your dick ain't safe
   Rolling up in a devil rag Caprice
   Triple-6 the Bounty got the clip to my piece
   Roasted dark meat tonite we gonna feast
   Load'em up, Nigga Deep on a creep, boom, boom
   Let'em see what's up, the Brotha Lynch
   Straight using my life broke
   All I see is devils and gun smoke
   But they wanna be heaven sent
   Boom and that's how my trigga went
   Gotta fix that crack
   Mama gotta grave, nigga shit like that
   Put a nigga aching, having fits like that
   Guns on safe but it clicks right back
   (...Going out on a mothafucka like that...)
   Now I'm dead...
  
   [Brotha Lynch Hung]
   The nigga with the mothafucking sickness
   Cut ya pussy with a razor blade, bitch
   Come sit on my face, bleed all over my face
   Get up, now let me nut in ya face
   Nothing but the atheist talking that crazy shit
   Something like the triple-six sickness
   Bitch, ya betta be used to be a bitch
   Ya betta be used to me when I picture six six six
   I'm layin' on my bed like a grave
   Praying I'n not that way, I'm like this:
   Put ya wound on my lips
   The Brotha Lynch biting to the skin rips
   X-rated flicks, nothing but the Brotha Lynch sickness, bitch
   Fuck him if ya nigga wanna talk some shit
   Punk mothafucka [Gunshot]
   I'm the mothafucking Brotha Lynch...
   (...Going out...)
   Loadin'em up!
   (...on a mothafucka...)
   Blowin'em up!
   (...like that...)
   Nigga, I'm sick of this shit
   Bitch, open ya legs for this
   Now guess where my trigga went...
  
   [Triple-6 Bounty]
   Triple-6 mothafucking Bounty fiending to eat this mothafucking mob
   pussy...
   So there is it, nigga...So I'ma kick this shit for ya...
  
   Give it up for the Endangered
   And that's how my nigga went
   Rough, so fucking rough, my nigga's trigga went rip gut
   So fucking what?
   My nigga Lynch ain't the nigga you thought he was, bitch
   Catch a bullet of Lynch Hung
   Or the swing of a left foot's swang
   By the fool who speaks in Devil tongue
   That's how that nigga went
   Plus that how my trigga went
   Would ya figure by now?
   You mothafuckas consider him insane
   The Baby Killa's already dead
   Boom, boom, filling the lead in a baby's head
   Skitzo, my nigga went buckwild
   Hah haaaa...
   (...God bless ya child...)