Cypress Hill F- Psycho Realm Lunatics In The Grass Lyrics

Lunatics In The Grass Lyrics

Intro

 

 Straight from the Psycho Ward

 Once again

 

 Verse One: B-Real

 

 Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal

 Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner

 In the combat, the banana leaf control

 A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold

 You going crazy, can't understand

 Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!

 Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission

 You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!

 Sick-o! 

 Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!

 Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A

 They all wanna raid my spot and take hits

 But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits

 Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!

 I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!

 Actions allowing the words to barrage in

 From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell

 You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost

 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 I break

 You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!

 

 Verse Two: Jacken

 

 For those who really don't understand

 Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!

 Buggin' now from, all the things I see

 All tread bad and I meant in 3D

 We be the psycho doers, turned killers

 Only to survive all these street cop killers

 I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting

 Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting

 It ain't no thing but mad

 You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath

 Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober

 When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!

 The only reason why I say this

 Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping

 One can only maintain, for so long

 'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn

 Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless

 Only known from crazy acts, making you famous

 

 Verse Three: B-Real

 

 I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel

 When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!

 If the criminal element, unfolding

 But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit

 Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live

 If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface

 Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!

 I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'

 We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout

 Talk about, my mental state

 Think I need to rehabilitate

 Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait

 But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!

 Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on

 The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!  

 Psycho assassins smashing your membrane

 Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

 

 Chorus X2