fire Don't touch me I'm a real live wire Psycho killer Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away Psycho killer
Oversættelse: Talking Heads. Psycho Killer.
? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head
You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost? Chorus Looney, lunatic turned sick Psycho, crazy in the head, I go Can't keep my head straight from the laws
way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You Couldnt
, fire in the hole I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the 'dro Better hold on a little tighter here I go Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost rider
get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do to me Cause they never talk
better run you bitch ass home, you little punk ass bitch Smell the air, that makes you sick Psycho sick, psycho sick Pin you down and gets inside your brain Psycho
this, like that Why are you like that, like this The ghetto took my brain and motherfuck I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed
that? Why are you like that, like this? The ghetto took my brain And motherfuck, I want it back I'm that nerd in the back of the class That went psycho and killed
[Busta Rhymes Talking] [Busta Rhymes:] I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside
suckers that's the ceiling A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game come from Dogg Pound it {*music starts*} [Kill
[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti [Jay-Z] Talk to 'em [Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? [Kurupt *sung*] Psycho,
this one to the hip-hop culture y'all Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show Bobby Steels, Staple' tails, MC's get your lips stapled Project Killa
them that "I know, they'll never let me out" I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head I hate psycho-therapists, I walk amongst walking
I'm sorry, Louie Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger Bashed his head
psycho, and then you just might go, Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow. Dre: All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber, But couldn't kill a fly
