They say I shouldn’t talk about sex no more!
But I really don’t give a damm about these hoes
I only care about how dope I flow
Cooler than all the ice cubes in the North Pole
Y’all know how Psycho-Love rolls
Tattoos
Don’t suffer fools
Been lucky enough to avoid gunshot wounds
When I walk up in the room
You feel my presence like the six sense
Unruly when I’m bent
My temper goes off quicker with the liquor
Haven’t been the same since
90 days in solitary confinement
Can’t stay silent
Maybe that’s why I rhyme so sick
Talk so slick
Like I just don’t give a shit
Cause when I give it to you…
I give it to you raw
Excuse the cliche
but what can I say?
I’m so hardcore
My testicles drag on the floor
Like a savage or a beast
I’m down with West and but I live in the east
Coast
Where I toast ya, roast ya
Fuck around, smoke ya!
Come on, you know
You never met a dude quite like me before
Don’t be shy
It’s okay to applaud!
The one and only
Macoroni
Psycho-Love
Tc5-IBM-Fc
Suckas can’t see me
I’m live like 3-D
Posted on October 23, 2007 at 07:53 PM | Comment (0 comments)
