Psycho Rhymes
    (专辑: Mama's Bad Boy - 1992)
    
    Yo it's 1992 and Master P 
is back up in this motherfucker   (Yo man lets do this shit right, man. If everybody plays right, then put yo  right hand over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody  sing along, bitch.)   (STOP THE MUSIC!)   We are the 
world  We are the 
dealers  We are the 
ones that sell crack cocaine  So let's start selling   There's a 
fiend in every hood  Dumb fiends that bring they pipes  It's truly nigga betta then  That's why we dealing   (C'mon everybody)   We are the 
world  We are the 
dealers  We are the 
ones that sell crack cocaine  So let's start selling   (Talking muffled by loud beats)   Check this out fool  I'm at this party  These two bitches looking hella pretty  I 
walk up and kiss 'em each on they fucking T 
 I 
say "Your hole there it's about to explode"  I 
took a 
gat to her ass & she took off her clothes  In other words I 
be moving fast like a 
pick...pocket   See I'm a 
mother-fucking maniac I 
gotta top it  I 
talk to the 
bitch ... before I 
kill 'em  I'm like a 
psycho like Charles Manson the 
blood drilla'  I 
take yo life and take yo arms and cut the 
bitches off  And play a 
bloody mother-fucking game of golf  And break your arms, your legs I 
shoulda did it sooner   Reach in yo stomach pull out a 
piece o' tuna  I 
guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go  You untested, cause DAMN they like arrested codes   For a 
dead bitch ya give some good head  Ya must be on yo period 'cause my dick is bloody red  I 
left it in you  I 
see you face ya about ta cry  But before ya do make me pull out them eyes...  Make me slap yo mother-fucking face but don't speak  That big round ass could make some good luncheon meat   In other words you're dead, you got your cap peeled  See I'm a 
crazy motherfucker and that shit's real   Yo man, whacha think about that  (Man, what you say about that is bullshit that shit ain't real)   Oh, aight, check this out   It's 1993 and Master P 
is back in this motherfucker  Ya know what I'm saying  I 
had to get a 
lil' stupid 'cause last year some niggaz was talking shit  But see, I'm back  Ya know what I'm saying  I'm about to get paid  And all them motherfuckers that try to stop me  There's gonna be a 
bloody murda   Yo Kent, turn up some of that gangsta-ass music