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    T-bone Straight Up Psycho текст песни

    Straight Up Psycho

    [T-Bone]

    Cause Ima straight up pyscho sick in the head

    Lynchin them demons wit a bat

    Cause them Christians understand I be that straight up pyscho

    Lynchin them demons wit a bat, rat ta tat tat

    Goes my gat, when I be pushin up

    on that trigger that be on my steel

    And thats for real, I be knockin them demons out like Holyfield

    Well buck buck buck, yea them demons be gettin struck

    Cause a demon tried to do my wrong

    He’s lyin to me tryin to tell me

    that Jesus didn’t love and He wasnt real

    So I stole up on his grizill

    I got up on my knees and startin

    lynchin that demon wit a spiritual prayer

    Just like in the rugged rhyme sayer [mixing sounds]

    Demons try to step they get struck on the dome

    Or grill so chill before I get bucked wild

    Cause Ima straight up pyscho kinda like Micheal

    Myers, I’m eatin up the devil like Dryer’s ice cream

    If you know what I mean

    And I got a bald head just like Mr. Clean

    Cause I’m clean from the sin

    Got the Holy Ghost within

    My soul, so I won

    Cause the blood of the Son

    Was shed and red so that we can be forgiven

    Now I be slayin them sucka demons like a turkey on Thanksgiving

    Word is bomb, I broke the devil’s arm

    So ring the alarm, I conquered demons just like Babalon

    Conquered Judah, I don’t praise buddah, don’t smoke that huddah

    And like Das Effects I’m comin straight from the sewer

    Who knewa, stuff that I had last year wit no fear

    I step up to that demon and I beat him down

    Wit a rugged sound comin straight from the underground

    Demons dry to strike, I peel their cap

    [Chorus]

    [T-Bone]

    Its like that when I got my strap

    So whats it to ya, boo ya

    Another demon got blasted

    And now its time to get drastic

    Like Jurrasic Park, demons try to creep in the dark

    But what they don’t know is that I be waitin around the corner

    Wit my heater, down to beat a

    A demon til he’s screamin and afraid

    Demons can’t fade cause I got my King James switch blade

    In my hand, jaded that be B I B L E

    The Basic Instructions Before Leavin this planet

    And like Janet, Jackson God is in control

    So act like ya know

    That I be that knick knack paddy wack

    Pyscho dog T-Bone, buckin demons upside the dome

    Wit the chrome, cause I’m that lunatic from Frisco

    And I’m still down wit E-Dog and Bisco

    So loud up the clip and spray

    I smoke demons and leavin em in an ash tray

    Cause I’m that brother that really don’t care

    Got no hair, go ahead and dare

    Me to put in work, those demons are hurt

    I’m be doin dirt, cause when it comes to demons I’m steamin

    So I’m down to catch a body if the body be the devil’s

    Wit the bass and treble, yo I’m takin it to a higher level

    Mutalatin demons when I’m on the mic I’ll

    Then shoot em wit my riffle

    Cause Ima

    [Chorus]

    [T-Bone]

    I don’t know how to act, cause I’m goin insane in the brain

    This is one lunatic that they can’t maintain

    Cause Ima pyschopathic latin causin racket

    Demons couldnt calm me wit a straight jacket

    Packin the Bible every single day of my life

    Cause 1 2 3, the devils’ after T

    Bone on the micra-phone

    Everyday, so I pray pray pray

    Til my hair turns grey

    I turn away from sin and chose a path thats narrow

    Duckin and dodgin the devil’s arrows

    That he be throwin in my direction

    Put my protection is in Jesus Christ

    So I do not need a gang or a crew

    So whacha gonna do

    Cause the devils’ after you

    Patna, yeah

    [Chorus]



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