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Hot Homie Bobo "PSYCHO"

[0.25] I'm a fucking psycho,
Smash the brightness, lightbulbs,
Keep me on the night shift,
Cause otherwise I might blow,
Film me on your iPhone,
Raving in the dark world,
Michael Myers type one,
But nigga I'm the type two,
Won't it fucking matter if I'm rightful, or nice to ya,
I get fucking kicks from playing games with my rifle,
Show my masculinity to bitches with my knifes,
Fuck everybody saying shit, cause I'm a fucking psycho,

Who gonna bring me down?
Ain't nobody got the balls to bring me down,
Who gonna take me down,
Ain't nobody got the contacts to take me down
Who gonna take me down,
Ain't nobody got the contacts to take me down

Least I'm self aware, I'll put ribbons in your hair,
And treat you like a queen until it's time to go to bed,
And maybe I'm absurd, and maybe I'm insane,
But ain't nobody touching me, these niggas know my name,
My father was a businessman, he got links in big places,
He got friends with benefits, been talking to them white faces,
Imma victimize til I die, and never go to jail cause I got keys and if you lock me in I might cry,
Make people feel bad for me,
Fuck you nigga I know that you been feeling bad for me,
So don't look at me in that tone of voice,
It's my motherfucking choice, if I want to take your boys,
I'll go crazy fucking apeshit til I read their fucking minds,
Then I'll look upon the system, see if they been doin crimes,
Imma blow up with big shit, make them be on big things,
Then I'll burst their bubble and they'll go back to just victims,
It's the whistling, nigga with the black timbs,
Nigga had a heart attack when I said NYC was him,
Kauvanagh got nothin' on me, how I'm running through these streets,
Everyone dejected, when I sat in that green 'peace' seat,
Changed it two a three piece suit, cover up you might not see,
How I'm in the fourth degree and everybody watching me,
Dickhead like to play to cheat, I'm an honest nigga see,
Swearing that I'll make your life better - nigga follow me.
Who got me, who, who done got me,
Who be sucking on my dick until I turn them to rotten meat,
Who's hungry, who's who's who's hungry,
I'll feed these niggas to the lions, now who's the fucking monkey?
Now whos the fucking trial subject, leader of the pack,
I been talking to these bitches and they say they want me back,
They took numbers from my pocket, and digits from my card,
But I think they wanna fuck with me because they make my dick hard,

School flunkin', soon to be a pill junky,
I think you should lose that attitude, I don't mean to be fuckin rude,
Shit's funky, those ends are crumby,
So I'll just ignore the negatives and embrace the money,