Psychosis - Dope D.O.D., Sean Price

I gotta I gotta I gotta, psychosis

I m going mental, I m stuck in the melody

Call me instrumental, hip hop felony

Down with the gentle, gotta analyze what I ve been through

Fuck you

To rap one of my disorders, I ve been

Make the beat explode when I spit on it

Supersonic, I m fluid like gin tonic

And when I say I m killing it, it s just symbolic

Come in hand with the dope kids,

Come in hang and I ma show you how to show bizness is

If you the lawn that I m moaning in

Because I m way too thick like I m Jay Z

And get a grip on my sober shit

Well let me break these niggers down to the last little bit

Blast come when you.

bitch

Cause I got medical issues that s more than a silly twitch

Get out my way, cause I m pretty pissed

Grab niggers by the necks and dump them in the dirty ditch

A dirty dicks for your nerdy bitch

I m in like desk till I m 36

I ma get way more than I can cope with

psychosis

Come along, come and a see a psychosis being

Circus freaks gets.

short as a fetus

Now I m on the brink of destroying world leaders

I enter arenas, Xena, as a beast and a sword

Chopping down crews with a 3 meters sword

When peas on the board says a chemical reaction

Run while you can, start heading for the exit

when I transform,

And shut down blocks like a sandstorm

You come across as a nervous team

I go blind in the club and wake up to murder scene

Drug tester, raise my blood pressure

I give chicks a case of shock lecture

Like the Mad Hatter, in effect, I kill a track with flows from the bottom of

the river bank

And I ain t finished yet, within a millie sec

I cut the crap and snatch you by your little head

I hit the switch to high voltage

And stay slick as I live in psychosis

I m going mental, I m stuck in the melody

In effect, chemical reaction

Psychosis, I wrote this, heroine with wings, fly dope shit

Miami bitch

Open the box and that s when the coke breaks

I m so slick no

When the 4 spits, go away in peace

I m about war, diamond with no flaws, rhymin so raw

mentally sick, I m meant to be rich

But I m the opposite i pop the fifth and empty the clip

No smile and a fucked up grin

pass the point of no return

Blast the joint, ignore the burns

Lost contact with reality, psychosis

Who the fuck wanna battle me?

Re-edited by Fez