Psycho Drama - Lethal Weapon Lyrics

Yung Buk

Oh yes I'm lethal

I make my shit equal to no one

like shogun I blow one

I don't rap I flow son

You cain't f*ck wit my criteria

cuz in my high school cafeteria

I'm known as superior

but now I rock stages

I used to rock the cover of books

but now I open'em up and rock them pages

massive dope shit I drop and brother's not comprehendin

that's why this nigga raps like it aint no endin

no brother can two upon the one

cuz I'm the nigga who recked the Chi

and locked it up when I was done

you wanna funky rhyme you ain't gotta force me

a young nigga droppin shit like a horse G

I take your crew and wipe'em like mildew

and as for you I got a class that slaughter too

you can sit your ass down and learn the bits of this psychodrama shit

that you cain't f*ck wit

correct so when I inject all you bitches keep steppin

cuz I'm a lethal weapon



Chorus: Yung Buk, NewSense

As lethal as I'm flexin

niggas still talkin bout who dat? (who dat?)

so the next time I bust a cap

it'll be on you black

As lethal as I'm flexin

niggas still talkin bout who dat? (who dat?)

so the next time I bust a cap

it'll be on you black

we gettin that motherf*cker

PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle

PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle

PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle



Verse Two:

I'm versatile wit my style

this juvenile can come harder

and kick some wicked shit as fat as Nell Carter

when I flow my rhymes grow like a embryo

still fa sho and then come back like your feenin' hoe

you wonderin who's the best

some punk might say maybe me

but when I flex I'm drastic like casualty

I'm straight underground

no nigga can take mine

f*ck a bitch man I'm sleepin wit a tech nine

I bury a body and break a bitches back

cuz you's a sad ass

you sissy soft sucker I'm a bad ass niggaro

and I figured yo you cain't hang wit my mental slang

hell yeah I shoot that motherf*ckin thang

I'm hard as f*ck so motherf*ckers disbelieve

and got mo' hoes than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve

you can not f*ck wit me your homie will say yes he's right

I'll take your rep, your bitch, you'll flip from me like Jesse White

and love ya tender

I bend a body like a fender

and to them bitches front to back aint no surrender

here never



Chorus 2x



Verse 3:

Any and every punk bitch thats fake

I leave'em soggy like corn flakes

motherf*ckers try and die wrapped to your brainwave

bitch itty itty bang bang

shit static dismissed niggaro

f*ck yourself up because you f*ckin wit this ill shit

I won't blow you a kiss I punch in your f*ckin mouth bitch

nigga just chill or catch the steal fist

now when I says I'm a Yung Buk

don't get an idea nigga f*ckin

that you can come and f*ck wit this here

the shit that I kick ain't simple

a nigga layin in the river dead wit his dick drilled in his temple

I guess that's how it's gotta be

niggas jumpin up and gettin they ass played like the lottery

dialog fonky punk you fail to realize

diggin through your crackerjacks and shit try to find the prize

but aint no prize fool

yeah you can get your ass bucked by a nigga fresh outta high school

wit dialog to kill you like a hog

chase you like a dog

slit your throat and drink your blood like egg nog

and thats a still



psychodrama, yeah that other shit

recognize bitch

ChiTown, ChiTown



Chorus 2x