Ganksta Nip Why The Psych Can`t Do It Lyrics

Why The Psych Can`t Do It Lyrics

S`up main, peep game 
All these muthaf**kin killas 
And these muthaf**kin wicked as* preachers 
They have they congregations, you know what I`m sayin? 
They have people to move somethin, know what I`m talkin about? 
I`m just tryin to get mine, on the grind 
Psycho Club, know what I`m talkin about? 
[Verse 1] 
As I go in a rage 
Shoot inside the crowd, make em scatter like Raid 
Don`t give a f**k, bit*h duck, he fell in the lobby 
Pick up a needle now there`s thousands of holes inside his body 
Blood leakin, moving real fast down his arm 
The third f**kin slice is the muthaf**kin charm 
Let me see if they right, cuz I`m thinkin they wrong 
The third slice is the one where I bring forth chromes 
I`ma altered beast, with a zillion a styles 
Uh, y`all keep it quiet while I murder a while 
Move somethin, Psych Ward, all over the world 
I want the kids and the parents and the boys and girls 
Come join, bring money it`s good for your health 
If you don`t join, then you`ll meet the children of death 
Let me explain, hopin that you will go through it 
Jim Jones did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
[Chorus] 
Charles Manson did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
David Koresh did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
Ted Bundy did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
John Gasey did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
Jeffery Dahmer did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
Jim Baker did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
Jimmy Swaggart did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
Lil Rick did it, why the psych can`t do it? 
[Verse 2] 
Smoke a dip, flip the script, ball and chain and the whip 
The fleas, flies, different bugs devoured the body by strips 
Pit bulls come, claimin all the pieces that`s left 
Whatever parts that they don`t eat, the fire ants feel wealth 
Then they throw a party, now they on their feet 
But that rival ant gang, they want that meat 
Now it`s an ant war, fire ants cannot be beat 
Now that`s the same type a sh*t that you see on the street 
Hit the sweet, move somethin, then grab your glocks 
Cuz niggas listen to my music then they go kill cops 
They in a trance, hypnotically they do what I say 
See, I got the hook up spot where you can buy an A-K 
Then go out, straight murderin, and start you a spree 
And don`t come back until a thousand nine hundred seventy three 
Bodies drop, inside the freezer, with ziplock tags 
And leave the corpses all tied up in ziplock bags 
A blow torch is now needed, they`ll turn into crust 
Cuz with the fire, then immortals turn slowly to dust 
Psycho NIP, mad scientist, I`ll crush up them bones 
Cuz I`ll catch you, I`ll keep you, I`ll kill you in the Psych 
Ward 
[Chorus] 
(Big Ron instead of "Lil Rick") 
[Verse 3] 
Bumblebees, grasshopers, spiders, they do hit the spot 
Check nuts, now what, see Mr Snake`s on the block 
Insect war ground, see I can face it now 
For my reality is body parts, I can taste it now 
Crushed ice cubes keeps it all frozen stiff 
A chainsaw pursues much blood, they ready to rip 
What you want? You bloody shit, when the wrists get slit 
A thumbtack takes out the eyeballs, they bust real quick 
[Chorus] 
(Rowdy Riggins instead of "Lil Rick")