Rumour is
We ain't nothing but
some lunatics
The truth is music's
like a crucifix to us
'Cause it helps us break
loose from all
that gruesomeness
Welcome to the loony bin
Stupid bitch
Back in the day of the
cat and the cradle
I was tapping a table
Rapping away at my grade school
That was the playful way
I managed to stay cool
That and I acted disabled
Having a tack in my nasal
Passage was painful
As taking a crap with an anal
Catheter cable
Ladies I'll batter your bagel
Speaking of magical angels
I've made a lot of em disappear
Miss and hidden me a fricking
passenger plane full
My jacket is straight fool
And the pack that rap with is fatal
As the kraken attacking
a naval captain that's trapped in
the back of a wave pool
Quite raw
This is the truth I like war
Sick of the dudes who
visit the booth but rhyme poor
I'll stick it to you
like gripping some glue
And flicking it to your eye or
spit in your food while
kicking your tooth and
splitting it in two
'Cause this is the crew
I'd die for
I get inventive with a pen and a noose
Then I'm amused by the venom produced
And you can lick the fucking enema juice
from Bruce Jenner's caboose
If you ever confuse me
with an effortless douche
Please you bleed it when it's induced
Me I eat haemorrhage soups
See but keep getting it
We never quitting
Even if we ever did competitors lose
Check it out
So I'm savage and twisted
MCs you can have your opinions
I rapped as an infant
I'm back on a mission
They found out
I was stashing syringes
A tactical troop when
I rap in the booth
The assassin of doom
What you lack I produce
You shatter your tooth
You get smacked in the face
Take the fact to your grave
I'm attaching the noose
See my rapping improved
I sat back and learned
how to ration the food
When I rap I determine
that amateurs lose
It's back to the fact
that they have to improve
A vet in the game
when the pen's on the page
Embedded insane
it's insanity's shoes
Send em my way
if you're plannin' to lose
You get sent to your grave
You can't handle the truth
I'm rancid as puke and rampant
and tampered the nuke
You will get lynched by the crew
There's no limit to the damage we do
Back the fuck up with
the rappers that choose
Attacking the tune detached
Now I'm sat in the room
No light and they spat in my food
I won't cry body battered and bruised
Hope dies and nobody knows why
I got a nose full of snow white
I got bags under both eyes
It's sad and I won't lie
I think they don't get it
when I fuckin' say I ghostwrite
Not raps for peeps
from meaning no life
I didn't know I had no time to speak
All I ever heard was the tires screech
I got left with the sirens
and silent screams
There were times in my childhood
I felt like a outcast
and afraid loner a late
grower no pain shower
At least not while I stayed sober
'Cause the higher I get
well the more I forget
In a days coma became a stoner
Once a widow I get to
a pick and the meth
It was game over
Thought life was easy
until I lived it a little
What I seen scared me
Would pray to be saved
Till I made an escape
on that green fairy
Abstinal absinthe be weary
Red hat to the side black trackies
They like what's he wearing
But when have you
ever seen me caring
Sleep rarely my dreams vary
Bout to end it fast
like in Hollyoaks
Next to my oldest foes
I sold a dose
in some mouldy clothes
Then I stole the roach
Just souls and ghosts
I'm cold and gross
But speak heaps for the beats
You amateurs know this
Packed with emotion
Max to the voters
that I could travel
the ocean ready for all
Ready for anything ready for war
Beheading my enemies every melody
Ended their dreams when
since we entered the door
Step to the ward our loony bin
Many disorders nooses thin
Stress from the trauma
fetches some water
Medicine for the mood I'm in
I guess it's plain to see I'm nuts
They hate my guts
It's okay with me
I came from nothing
and changed to something
that they aim to be so
If you really wanna fight me
fight me inside
psych wards criminal walls
Screaming about
street dreams that I seen
As the night falls eyeballs
bleeding like white wolves
My city has colour
My city has a
My city so gritty I'ma kill it
In a minute put the city in a bar
Swing it willy nilly
make you feel it in your heart
Can't deal with you half-assed
children you whine hard
Half aren't real you would
squeal with your arms up
After a deal won't chill
with a nark nah
Came from the A lines spray lines
wake up famous from late night
Same lines break you
when take ya from great heights
Straight to the bottom
Cops fuck ya the same night
What what
Sinner in the middle with a finger
for the plus six figures in the dark
Psych ward
No limits picture it
I'm the bar with
a mirror in the path
that signs for em
I'd die for em
I'd fight for em
Give em every little
bit of life for em
That's my thoughts
That's life when you
living in the middle of
the psych ward
Swinging on the cyborgs
I'm gone
Find me swinging from
the pillars by my accord
I am raw
Forfeit or your corpse
sits in that white chalk
Been committed since day one
And the loony bin is our house
Too legit and lose the shit
The rudest pricks with foul mouths
Stoop the kids say prove it then
Assuming shit now now
Sit ya arse down bitch
you ain't fit to ask
Now bow down
Truly wild as shit juveniles a risk
Suicidal kids transform
That crew and style
they spit ruthless now
Stick through the foulest
shit had more
Days of fighting that I planned for
It saved my life its a platform
As raw as crack whores back door
Rappers act more like actors
with the gat or Glasgow
Its a foolest mistake
I get up in the booth
just to put in my place
Rage is the whooping
that I use that it lose
Every time I do you should
see the look on their face
The type of motivation
that you couldn't replace
Lucifers saying hallelujah for days
Look at all the lunatics
that crew do with
something that just
couldn't be tamed
Yo now the room is lit
So luminous
No room to manoeuvre removing it
But who'd have knew the shit
Dudes losing it
When you knew the crew
had a gook in it shit
An annoying truth
When you pipe up
hit em with a point to prove
So pass me the oil and the lube
Gonna leave your little oyster
destroyed when the boys are through
Back in the day
I was rocking the dada
Had a posca or marker
Dropping a masterpiece
in the street
Every block that I passed
God demolished them faster
Then I rock it in Gaza
Cause the problems are harbour
Hover the head in a cloud of regret
Like the smoke that
I blow from my nostrils
Are halfa weed or
pills like one two three four
They said all my head
caused without the meds
When sever is stressed
I see-saw see more
Ahead of most but
I'm heading to shows
And dead those who will ever
oppose regret grows
As I get em to ghost
then three seconds a roast
And boast flows that'll
bury my folks need floors
Not deep this is
before I met Complete
This is before were spitting it raw
when people ignored us
on beat before we'd
listen to all the spitters
before us Mobb Deep
I'd sit in the court and
wish I was more
than victim reports
In got beef but we
kick in doors with the rhythm and god
I feel flaws with the women and lords
and hit tours where
we're given applause
And were spitting our chords
Of course always in position
to be given support
to your shit they can't
get enough of me more shit
The stuff we perform
The love for the form
We'd fucking conform for nothing
We on Psyche Ward bitch