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