Chorus-B Real] 
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains 
that I'm a pyscho 
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain 
cause I'm a pyscho 

(swift) 
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a nigga open, 
killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders, 
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who 
was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come 
smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture, 
you niggas close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up, 
probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when 
you spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice 
what you hoes'll do 

(kuniva) 
we all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence 
and light your front door up, get sc