Psycho

Ah, yeah
 Ah, yeah
 Ah, yeah
 Ah, it was all at the park
 Colonial Liquor was his odor
 The fragrance of a rider soldier
 ODB was his persona
 Oh you want the power?
 I got an uncle and his name psycho
 He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"
 He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park
 (For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
 And he got two sisters preggo
 He fucked the other one to get one jel-o
 And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
 (On the hill, shit to get really rich)
 He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body
 Most stucked out, kept the hammer with his mommy
 Grandma had the arthritis pain in her body
 Kept the burner in the mattress, so her son don't catch a body
 Gassed and he danced, smoked crack with his posse
 Front flipped through a building window, land in the lobby
 He was cut like Bruce Lee but he didn't know karate
 He came home bloody screaming "nobody can stop me"
 Nobody can stop me, I'm the baddest survivor on this planet
 Fifty niggas better kill me, nigga cause I will do damage
 Doubt it, [?] what, I am nothing to manage
 My life cut deep, nigga I'm nothing to bandage
 I got an uncle and his name psycho
 He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"
 He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park
 (For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
 And he got two sisters preggo
 He fucked the other one to get one jel-o
 And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
 (On the hill, shit to get really rich)
 Where they be drinking forty ounces
 With the brown paper bags for the ounces
 No matter what day you found his ass at the park
 (Hurry here, fuck around and get killed)
 When he got kicked out of his bitch crib
 And he had nowhere to lizz-ive
 Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park
 At the dark
 Don't get it confused Uncle Psych, I love you to death
 Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest
 Growing up you always was buck-wilding with stress
 And though I'm older now, I don't know how to forget
 I used to wear your Timbs around the house when you left
 And if you had an open soda, I would finish the rest
 Pretend I'm older, I like the liquor odor you left
 Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a tech
 Then point it at the mirror like I'm holding your rep
 Though that mirror wasn't me, but it was you I reflect
 Wanted to be like you, jail tat on the chest
 With the rugged cornrows and a stab on my neck
 I'll rob shit like that you know, cause I'll rob anyone, I, I don't care. It was a 9 to 5 for me, you know. It was like a hobby to me, I was the gun man, I was the dancer, entertainer, you know what I mean? I did it all. Like I said I had a deathwish, I'll rob anybody. Aye hold up motherfucker you see I'm talking right?