Matty Lloyd - Psycho (feat. Nutty P & Suspence) [remix]

Is he a spastic or psycho
Take ya pick
Just don't fuck with me
Or you'll get some dick
Some say I'm unwell
I ain't saying it's true
If it is I got an excuse for the shit that I do
I'm not an alcoholic
I just drink a lot
I ain't talking about a bar
When I send a shot
Come on bro
Was was all the tough talk for?
I don't care
Fuck fair
Get a brick to your jaw
My daddy was an arsonist
I'm an asshole
Fuck him I hold a grudge
Won't let the past go
I'm glad his mum's dead
Fuck that hoe
Somebody told me he was dead
And I was like so
I'm your girl's favorite
She don't know it yet
I'll Fuck her all night
And leave her with regret
Sorry Hun
I'm just trying to make you come
If I can't get it up
Then I'll fuck you with my tongue
Coz I'm a Psycho
Killa Killa
Killa Killa
I'm feeling like a Psycho
Killa Killa
Killa Killa
I'm feeling like a Psycho
Killa Killa
Killa Killa
I'm feeling like a Psycho
The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
Am I a psycho or sociopath
When I light the hydro it's like I'm holding a strap
My mind is Efile towers over a man
All of my rivals mans smoking on that
Chicks like em light bro hoes open the snatch
Better call the 5 0 when I quote on a track
Had to kill my idols cos they was holding me back
Won't give her pipe though if there's mould one her gash
Or maybe I might if I'm waved enough
Just strap up my cock and just slay the muff
After 3 strokes manna make her bus
That's how she know the D dangerous
She ate the cum but she ain't the one
I'm angel dust she hallucinate and stuff
My babes is buff giving the pain to cunt
Her anus buns after I ate it up
Coz I'm a Psycho
Killa Killa
Killa Killa
I'm feeling like a Psycho
Killa Killa
Killa Killa
I'm feeling like a Psycho
Killa Killa
Killa Killa
I'm feeling like a Psycho
The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
I retract that statement about Steff
It's been a year things change she hasn't hollared yet
And it's a shame
Now I'm Feeling brave
I wanna make my future ex
Yeah I said it no apologies
You're hot stuff
And I'd embrace That smoke with open arms like when we first hugged
Yeah I know, cheeky bastard
I'm happy that you didn't punch me up in that Uber it's all love
So maybe One day I can bury my face in ya...
But I guess that's how it goes when your egos catastrophic
And you feel like you can get away with saying anything with no regard for Repercussions
But I can and I will
This ain't drill
Won't get killed nor be filmed
Chucked online go viril
Viewed a mill then can-sealed
I Been humble
They prefer it when I'm chilled
But I think I like this still
Cause I'm ill yes I'm skilled
Next levil, playing field...
I'm chatting shit right now but someone out there's gonna say "that's real"
Okaaay
If that's how you feel
Ayo, They said I'm too Rappy, I don't think I'm Rappy enough
I'll bury all of these cunts
I'm only saying this once
Coz with the content and the flow
I'm a mother fucking
Psychooooo
Killa Killa
Psychooooo
Killa Killa
Psychooooo
Killa Killa
Psychooooo
The drugs don't work
They just make you worse

Written by:
Anton Flanders, Matthew Lloyd, Simon Spencer

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