Psycho Line

#psycholine #psycholyric When you said you were coming, I told you to not hit my line, I told you back away, you didn't get the hint in time, When you crossed my door, that was the minute when you hit my psycho line, When you crossed that door, that was the minute that you hit my psycho line, Oooooo, you a bad bitch, attempting to hit out my assets, Now you flat on your back, no ass end, now it's time to take, sweet revenge, I'm a peaceful cunt, full of enough resent, to take out enough blood, to thirst a fucking village, when your stuck in submission, hoping jesus will listen, naw this just the cristenin, are you scared yet, You should be, Thinking that enough Time would move me, naw it hit you and stayed consuming, now your grounded, unmoving, looks like your scared, by the color of my mood ring, that's soothing, now you're lying in a pool of your own piss, blood crusted on you shirt like a weak mess, I warned your ass but you just couldn't quit, now I went from cunt to a raging lunatic, When you said you were coming, I told you to not hit my line, I told you back away, you didn't get the hint in time, When you crossed my door, that was the minute when you hit my psycho line, When you crossed that door, that was the minute that you hit my psycho line, Now your full of electrodes, you know, the shit you wanted to do though, but stuck on your dick, and not my culo, now your brains gone slow, let me find a pick, from a labotomy kit, after you called me a bitch, bet ya thought that was slick, but who's the one with the cards, who's on the floor bawling hard, your pussy is growing, your spine aint showing, Let me twist this counterclockwise, so more blood starts flowing, so who's controlin, this situation, thats got your heart racin, watching your spleen, is mindless entertainment, I hope you wont ask for forgiveness, or pacients, I ran out of that, a long time ago, should have stayed away, but you just passed go, you had to keep pushing my buttons, for somethin,your all talk so frontin, its spontaneous combustion, lunatic maniac, tied your hands, now you just look like a little sad man, on your back, so trapped, by the ill mind, that I keep savage in my hands, by the time I'm done, you'll trademark crazy as my name brand, bitch I'm mad.