**DJ Paul and Crunchy Black Talking**



[Chorus]

Psycho in da (3x)

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta' touch'em (4x)



(Lord Infamous)

This shit is begining to come into focus

But no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosis

Trippin' I'm runnin' the darkness

I'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe shit

A posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggle

And leave them in puddles of plasma

I'm comin' for stashes for cash

The blast until everyone in here passed out

My fellow man you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killers

Execution to death you will send us no harmony

Now enter your head through the pillow

The Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfall

Give it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all

[Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? niggah]

Naw bitch...

[Aww dog ???]

Naw bitch...

[A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred]

Check it out my nig

I'm gonna kill you anyway you won't need none of that shit

Ran through the backyard jumped the gate to the corner of the back street

Hopped into the steamer tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat

I'm comin' to rusm'em son, crush'em son, buck my gun

I'm gonna reach out and touch someone.



[Chorus]



(Crunchy Black)

I got a problem, money dividends, gotta' solve them

The only thing going through my head is murder and rob them

I heard they got cash, i gotta touch they ass

Quick fast in a hurry get away with a fuckin' dash

Every night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playin' wit' me

They gonna make me click them cl