Psyche
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Fucking spirit trapped in a trance
Swing the pendulum, Pentagram on hand
Soon to be, selling out the stands
Bet that I am and I can, I'm the man
When I step out, on the floor
Peeling out the lot, 3 6's on my door
Feelin' out the cops, I'm a felon at my core
Like I'm rotting, man, I'm feeling like a corpse
On the Forbe's list extortin' hunnits out the drawer
Shit, I'm morbid
Important to the game
Sortin' out the sane from the right, from the left
To the knife in my chest
Mom was right, we progress out the nest, through the mess
Real will show through the pests, we will mosh to the death
To the boss we arrest, we will mosh, we will stress
Mom was right, daddy left but I fight to the death
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Fucking spirit trapped in a trance
Swing the pendulum, Pentagram on hand
Soon to be, selling out the stands
Bet that I am and I can, I'm the man
When I step out, on the floor
Peeling out the lot, 3 6's on my door
Feelin' out the cops, I'm a felon at my core
Like I'm rotting, man, I'm feeling like a corpse
On the Forbe's list extortin' hunnits out the drawer
Shit, I'm morbid
Important to the game
Sortin' out the sane from the right, from the left
To the knife in my chest
Mom was right, we progress out the nest, through the mess
Real will show through the pests, we will mosh to the death
To the boss we arrest, we will mosh, we will stress
Mom was right, daddy left but I fight to the death
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Opps get popped like a Vicodin
Psychin' 'em out and I'm snipin' 'em
Bitin 'em, frighten 'em timely
I'm likin' it
Stumble the fray and I'm slighting 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Belliveau
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