would u still love me
would u still would u still 2x
they say that I'm a little bit (psycho)
and a little twisted (I know)
and a little lifted (hydro)
and a little gifted (here I go)
yo gathering all of my bars up
my ammunition for all of these wanna be's that only show respect cus they star struck
i don't do that groupie shit give me a break
give me a chance to circulate this energy up off the stage
give me a minute to down a couple drinks and smoke a little weed
to get on the level to level the playing field for u li'l leagues trynna get they name up
u can have the fame cus I rather earn the ranks on the paper to get my bank up (cha-ching)
ring ring ring on the phone nigga tell me what u doin' cus I'm trynna get a dub
and I'm sick of calling all these phony motherfuckers cus them niggas never have none
zero zip nothing nada
stuff yo ass in the back of an impala
now gimme the directions to where u got this shit from
smokin' on this booty weed gimme back my dolars (gottem)
back at the crib and I gotta get down with the grind
so I focus all my energy feel my chakras my chi be like
over the top with the beats got me out of my mind
and I flow while conducting the orchestra flow with it or get struck (boom)
i'm one of a kind that u never could find living in the midwest with the best
cus I'm home at the sunshine sitting on my front porch
samurai sword in my lap ready to draw forth
i'm bored I need a new challenge and I been practicing
had a couple of sparing partners I gotta replace cus I just happen to kill 'em all on accident
none of the limbs attached and the torso split in half a new art I been mastering
so I been trying to perfect it
I'm plotting on a terroist attack to initiate during the election
would u still love me even though u think I'm psycho? (psycho)
would u still be with me where ever I go? (I go)
cus I'm just a little bit
2x
(psycho)
and a little twisted (I know)
and a little lifted (hydro)
and a little gifted (here I go)
one two (I'm coming for u)
three four (better lock ur door)
I got that flow to make u drop to the floor
so anybody want it common I'm ready to go
summoning all of my niggas in black and they comin' to brawl it's a street fight
better step ur game up like it's Capcom
knockin' 'em out everywhere until ur HP depletes admit defeat and bow down to ur master
oh what's that noise u don't hear it?
sounds of the darkest chords deep in my lyrics
spirits deep into the music summon me to kill it with my verbally abusive
so if anybody wanna add their two cents tell 'em don't be stupid
my motherfuckin' brain is allusive make u a little crazy can't shake the illusion
disgusting like running trains on the new chick
excuse the intrusion I'm an (an) nuisance up in ur head where I'm deleting all of ur blueprints
without a strategy u ain't gonna do shit my words slap a motherfucker back to basic rubrics
oh shit get in the coffin hide quickly
the nigga was out with the blade and I just couldn't let him get me
choppin' up everything in sight swinging like he's westly
and I don't want nothing to do with him because he might be psycho
they don't even know the half wanna play? let 'em come and they can say what they want
all I needed was the peace and someone who would ride with me
tell me would u love me?