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Psycho From Texas

by Zeeth

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1.
The indos creating illusions the substance infesting my brain is causing confusion I picture teflon in slow motion it’s piercing thru flesh and continues to cruising them bullet holes left ya blood oozing — ya dripping from ya nose 187 so quick THAT nobody knows (who the fuck it was) I’m the killa, the crook and the creep I’m the nigga to put you to sleep When i catch you slippin, ya bodys gone end up missing Pull out the glock leaving them bustaz bodies dropped Flip the page, satanic scripture make these bitches pussy pop (Mane fuck all you hoes) Fuck you busta ass niggas and fuck a cop Riding down ya fucking BLOCK with my GLOCK cocked I’m going crazed off this space rock The D The O The P the E, I need the B the L the U-N-T Because THE green power flower to controls my rage I tell you don’t fuck with the kill kid mane cuz he’s crazed and he’s buckin the gauge Satanic triple six, killa kid the fuckin savage Killing em off left and right, Who’s the nigga to challenge - Bitches better DUCK from the buckin of the double barrel PUMP Pop the trunk for a nigga that’ll slip Bitch I’m from the slums, I’m a crooked thug take a niggas FUCKIN GRIP when i let the full clip rip Wesson I’m poppin the gauge on these bitches the bodies be droppin fuck you bustaz that be talkin, put you SUCKAS in coffin i’m an evil nigga, I’m scheming and plotting these slugs you BEST TRY TO dodge them Imma lay your ass down, buck shots have ya body sleeping Take the food off your plate, no more eatin Tried to warn you bout these snakes, garden of eden smoke the power flower, till I’m done breathing Because I’m clickin with the quickness like a sickness from that triple 6 Satanic crucifiX — I’m bucking my fucking gun I’m pumpin the 20 gauge aiming and tryna knock out ya lungs they know I’m the nigga that did that muthafuckin redrum - The full moon gleaming La Luna got me thinkin of a mutha fuckin scheme Blood all on the windows and then I hear a bitch scream niggas act like bitches so i rather see them niggas dead Niggas act like friends all the time then be your enemy (I’m down to die on my time and what’s for me to own)
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Jumpin up, out of the bushes mane Strapped with artillery making them stangs Poppin and droppin these bitches with hollowpoints bullets I’m leaving a bloody mess Bullets they scatter — they making the holes in ya chest No trace of me, I’m a mercyless killa so i would suggest That you niggas should never test me CUZ I WILL leave your body resting I’m the puppet master, pulling them strings Best watch YA back, when you fucking with me cuz you’ll see what death BRINGS Shooting the bullets to split ya brain, Oak Cliff Killa I’m goin insane Smoking on some type of strain They running they lip, they makin me click, mane Loading the bullets, I’m shootin at the gas main Explosion, body parts flying, HOES are dying Children are crying But this death and destruction has me laughing and smiling I’m grippin the wood I’m scrappin these niggas and putting the bodies in a ditch I’m the manic — holdin the automatic Psychopathic, killer addict Busta ass niggas be tryna have anna with Zeeth But killing these niggas ain’t nothing to me South Oak Cliff is where I’ll be You better hope — got bullets to spare for these bitches I’m hanging you on a tree ————————————————————— Fuck you LAME ass niggas, I’m packin the fuckin heat Hollow TIP POINTS will put you to sleep I’m killa kid zeeth, I crook and i creep The pump and shells I keep in the back seat Slugs talk thru the barrel of the steel Only to kill the niggas who claim they real On the realer my nigga, you swear ya serious But I will kill you with the quickness I never been one to front Putting the bodies in the trunk Loading up fuckin slugs, pulling the trigger, I’m blastin the fucking pump Takin these niggas and goin and droppin em off at the fuckin dump KICKING in doors for kilos not no mutha fucking petty crumb My NIGGAS be strapped with the BURNER ALWAYS RIDING and mobbing deep I ENTER ya body with hollow point bullets AND leaving YA BODY forever asleep That’s homicide in the first degree Ya guts all over the ground leaving ya body left to be found in misery All the fucking blood drippin from ya body making it slippery I’m telling ya mane, I’m killa kid Zeeth AND I’m strapped with fucking artillery
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Anna got clickin, i aint tripping cuz I’m on that snow Bitches smokin loud, getting down, twerkin on tha floor speakers bumpin triple six, troll come knockin on the door and you already kno that I’m packin the heat SO I Put it to the pigs dome ‘Pop pop’, blood all over my chrome hopped in the back of the lac and I’m gone hot boy so i cannot go home But Imma head to the hide out, in cut I’m flipping some drugs getting MONEY TO feed em these slugs Rob you and hit a lick on your plug Spit in your face -and- I’ll slit ya fucking throat cuz u aint no thug You’re drippin blood toss your dead body into the mud That shit aint nothing to me Forget what you heard bout me deep in ur bitch, she’s just a groupie killas like me fuck hoes like you for sport Ur on trial now, bitch welcome to the court LOVE a tramp? Hell nah bitch, NO WAY! sluts like you come along every day I’m just a young killah tryna get paid mane fuck your hype beast Jay’s (for real) Fuck all that shit you claim (lil bitch) think again cuz we are not the same (hell nah) fuck boy you better aim (dats right) I’ll pull the trigger till that bitch go bang I’m killing suckaz cuz that shit aint a thang (Deaf Art Verse) (Outro) LIL Bitch! west end melbourne creep That Killa kid fuckin Zeeth I’m grabbin the glock and grabbin the skii Scopin out ya fucking street I’m aimin, and shootin and totin the heat killin ya family while ya asleep Imma hitman for the cheap That Triple six ya better believe - mane fuck all these niggas we pullin them triggers and rollin them swishers We sippin that liquor Imma city slicker the MC fuckin Killer
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Woke up 2’n the mornin on that devil shit tryna figure out, how to KILL YOU and YA Chick so I call up MY click Tryna split a muthafuckas wig Grab the guage and buck they ass Put some niggas in a fuckin cask But That hennessy — got me geeked up Telling me to do some evil shit to my enemies I bury the thoughts that MAKE ME click after smoking a spliff The onion is makin me sick, imma lunatic after cheifing the GAS, Puff and pass, make it last. Inhale the devils grass ———————— Indica making a fucking nigga go tripping I’m thinking of goin committing some fucking murders Niggas be thinking I’m fucking spitting But I’m killing lame ass niggas with the all black burner By the way I hold the chrome You can tell I tote the tone Shootin bullet lead to the fucking dome Killing niggas off — Claimin they hard but they soft Bagging the bodies leave em lost I’m burning bodies like THE holocaust I’m taking dez niggas to hell ——IN the trunk of the coupe Deville I’m clickin, I’m so paranoid so I pop a pill Aiming FOR The eye Showing the barrel of this steel I’m in for the fucking kill Don’t make a move — don’t make a move I’m killing who i choose Heavy bass in the back from BUMPIN that old shool They call me the ruger man for the way I’m taking lives I’m stabbing these niggas and choppin em up with butcher knives O.C.C. On a killing spree, Homicide in the first degree +++++Left Them hanging up on a tree Shout out my cuz Lil Ki - I’m pulling the trigger And killing them niggas and takin they skilla Rugerman is the wig splitta Leavin victims chopped up with they mommas bitter
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rat tat tat tat boom bop — Mutha fucka drop Chilling with niggas that are realer than most you niggas Hood type shit, hittin sticks with my dealer I’m the west end melbourne killer The Nigga that’s pullin the trigger and leavin them bodies up in a river Them lames don’t know my name, I make em shiver Like the fuckin winter Lames ass niggas they chance the fame Nigga you is a lame — Mane fuck what you claim Loadin the ruger, to make a stang Holdin it steady for better aim Hollow points bustin meat at of yo brain Give it up now got something for you and you and you and that motha fucka over there too My name is killa kid zeeth in other words I like to shoot Imma hitman for da LOW — business boomin I can’t complain To make a stang, it aint even a thang But it’s hard to maintain the evil thoughts infecting my brain Holdin the 9 thang robbing these bitches and makin some riches I’m the nigga that’s fucking vicious Choppin the limbs — leave em in Fridges Murder rate increases leavin them bodies up in hearses Bout to kill myself so THAT my baptism reverses ===== I’m always doin evil shit, like bustin a cap in a busta ass trick Imma lunatic All that bullshit made me click Mane fuck all that shit — I’ll kill yo ass and fuck ya bitch We TOO thick Can’t you see Ridin round with that uzi Piercing ya body with different rounds Bodies be dropping — they hit the ground bury the bodies they can’t be found Drowing these pussy ass niggas In the fucking river Taking they fucking skrilla —I’m the killa to pull the trigger and rob you for ya figures Bitch, I don’t need a gun to show you I’m killa Don’t need no artilleries — Watch me slit ya arteries You ought kill yo self ***Cuz, I’ll, display, ya, limbs, upon, shelf Don’t need no help when I’m choppin ya body up Cuz I’m takin ya lame ass to hell Hell is where i dwell — leave THEM bodies impaled Leavin no evidence or trail for the cops to unveil Just the smell of rotting bodies for you to inhale —— Young ass nigga down with his fuckin click Zeeth ain’t no shit from a bitch -Everything you done, I done way back with ya fucking hoe We fucked on the floor I nut in her mouth, she swallowed that hoe Mane, keep on talkin shit Motivated killa, watch me leave ya DEAD body UP in a ditch —I rather nail ya body onto a crucifx and burn that shit
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Stop the world let me off this bitch I’m tired of this shit I can’t handle it Imma broken human, can’t adapt to my enviroment Mane — Fuck a job, I try to circumvent Stress is building up i can’t believe it Murder be on my mind, I even dream it I’m ready to die — stress me out Get a slug to ya fucking eye Niggas be thinkin I’m just fuckin spitting but the murder is on — busta ass nigga so say goodbye Ain’t no cipher bitch I’m coming I’m running I’m gunning these bitches down Bodied a bitch Threw em in ditch Reapin that crucifix, mane Bright red beam for you fuckin lames No remorse when I aim Grabbin the ruger and cockin it back Bustaz flaunt they stack — so I’m on the attack ======= Got the ruger is loaded and ready It’s looking me straight in the eye Nigga I’m ready die Yalready know what it is Since I been young, i been bumpin that triple six Mane, I be the Black sheep — shouts out to that nigga creep And shout out to frayser click, niggas be takin a bitch straight to the crypt Choppin em bitches up and breakin em bitches down It’s that kill kid zeeth wearin the melbourne crown But fuck all shit my nig I’m ready make a stang Mane they say they trappin but they pushin crumbs and stems Talking up all that shit — I’ll blast my nine at ya brain stem niggas be tripping the killa is clicking the trigger is slipping back (Clap Clap) That’s right I killed them bustaz in the first degree homicide looking for evidence after they found yo body in a ditch (ad lib) My life has no meaning so why should yours What will you do when we kickin in ya doors Mane I aim it — I pull it I swallowed the bullet My brain splatter up on the wall Tell dem folk to keep my casket closed at the funeral
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It’s that killa creep Kill kid fucking zeeth buckin them bitches down leavin them bodies on the street Chalk surrounding them bodies on the concrete Bustaz always front mane I’m never chillin with a fucking lame Loaded glock with hollowpoint bullets Busta — test my aim Mane Them bullets bustin meat out of yo brain Shit I’m fucking clickin Get to drinkin Sippin on that yak On attack Nigga is a rat Trigger slippin back Bust his cap In the street Nigga i crook and i creep Catch them hollowpoint bullets they’ll put yo body to fucking sleep Ya busta ass niggas — constantly running yo mouth Mane Fuck the clout, Nigga I’m from the south Pop trunk and i grab the pump Pussy ass nigga, leave yo damn body slump Totin that loaded shotgun Bitch, I’m aimin, I’m shooting I’m killing someone But Just know It’s only begun Homicide Double homicide triple homicide fuck it kill em all That’s a fuckin genocide
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(ad lib) Yalready know who it is mane Psycho Satanic Zeeth Repping that O.C.C. Nigga Straight from Dallas, Texas — know I’m sayin Let’s get it (00:50) I’m on the fuckin pursuit But killing these bitches ain’t nothing new That glock 19 droppin bitches to the ground — Face down, body count for the pound Make them bitches drown Straight in the face to the niggas that got anna MEET MY TRIGGER HOE Spit in the face of the nigga talkin all that shit Meet yo maker — Meet yo maker Catch me scopin with the laser Chasing the paper Got the razor, slit ya fucking throat Yea — That’s Murder she wrote Toss ya dead body and watch it float Ain’t no fucking hope When a killer like me is around Not makin a fuckin sound Leavin them bodies underground — that’s where i live catch me chilling up in my crypt With them Body PARTS up on my shelf From busta ass niggas that I dealt With the glock 19 I cruficied them niggas myself Hahaa You a slipping busta, bitch ass nigga Catch up with yo kind Bullets for ya fuckin brain shooting out the nine (02:13) Some of these muthafuckas talking up all that shit I hear you bitch Stackin them bilos Smokin tha indo Packin extendo I gots no anna with no nigga but my trigger leavin bullets flying bodies lying — bitches crying I’m on the get away, driving down I-95, makin a right I get so crazy off tha budsack Clap clap Shoot a nigga in his fuckin back I’m on the attack Killer with no motive at night fall Make them bitches crawl Say my name hoe or feel this pain to ya fucking skull That ammo reload, i dropped the bullets they fell on the floor I gotta go I’m movin so slow Fuck the troll Man — But what do you kno my discription was on the news just the other day Got to nothing to lose, But I’m on the run Killer at large — takin ya life for fun
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(00:21) On that evil shit Mane Kill me off, i wont stress I’m so cold you can see my breath Pistol tucked down to my left I grab the smiff and wesson bout to teach you a lesson Pop pop pop thats 3 shots empty Bout to kill ya family mane you’ll never forget me Got the nooses ready hanging up over the tree That’s homicide in the first degree Asking who’s the killer but I’m nobody LIKE SMOKE — I vanish After doing damage Leavin the public in a panic Cuz I’m the manic Buckin the anna cannon Askin what my motive is Do you know this kid Stompin on ya face till i close ya third eye lid ======== (ad lib) (01:00) Zeeth is raising hell Rollin and smoking the L Buckin the pump with 20 gauge shells Got a nine, uzi, ak but that shit don’t matter if i got to — I will ratta When i grab the gauge all them pussy niggas scatter Shooting at ya head — watch all of ya brain splatter Manic depressive pyschotic stabber walking around like Imma master with the clapper haha Catch this shit Keep on talking down watch me rip out ya lungs Satanic scripture make me speak in tongues When i mutilate bodies it leaves an odor I’m out squola not even a quarter Now I’m livin life at game over The end is closer the past is the end of days Real niggas they getting paid Spend money in different ways them bitches i never chased Killer, the realer, the nigga you made killer, the realer, the nigga you made
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released February 6, 2016

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