Psychopath - Virus Syndicate

Adrenalin filling my right leg blood rush through my body and feeling just like

head

Lust it can turn to disgust in just a second

When you buss wanna crush with a caliber weapon

I’m in love with that mother fucker up in the mirror

Give me some drugs and I flip into some killer gorilla

You fucking mugs!

Clearing out ya villa for scrilla

I’m going nuts putting slugs up in ya figure

I did a couple of tours and made scrilla

Jayzilla, I’m a guerrilla I stay illa

Jays in a league of his own I came with the eyes of a hawk, knife and a fork

coz your dinner

Type the report, write with the chalk I’m your killa

You tried to abort mission

Then had to report missing

I’m back to the war listen

It’s back to the raw spitting

You act like its your kitchen

I cook em like raw chicken

My girlfriends a prostitue and loves it

I’m riddled with diseases just from everytime she sucks it

Luckily I buss quick

Cannon fire up!

now I’m tryna cut a deal with the Dallas buyers club

Sharing needles with a lepor liking I’m living forever

Head spotted like a leopard looking redder than pepper

Stomach gutted on the checkered floor bloody machete

My body parts overboard throwing up on the jetty

Psychopath x 8

I terror any riddim

Clinical terrorism

Physical hedonism

Lyrical separatism

Spiritual exorcism

I’m Hannibal lectorin em

Fuck all the pessimism

I kill all the Scepticism

Rhymes are on another level above

An you’ll never measure with em

Raised in the city guns, cotton and hella women

Raining on the game while they’re staining to bring the weather with them,

step into the war with a sword and them man are never winning

Psychopath x 8