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letra de psycho - dakn x madda

[pre-chorus: dakn]
jump out the car on a mad ting
with the hand ting, i’ma leave man leaking
if not, i’ll insert my shank inside of his chest
i’ll have man screaming
come like brothers of destruction
the way that me and madda tag teaming
big long mop on your block, i’m cleaning
cleaning, intending to stop our breathing

[chorus: madda]
psycho, psycho
my bro’s telling me i’m a f-cking psycho
why though? why though?
big samurai sword everywhere that i go
hide bro, hide bro
you might just end up losing your life bro
they know i know
with the longest sword, i’ma take his life yo

[verse 1: madda & dakn]
d sav try and fry a man’s head top
we really try do that broad day
keep quiet, don’t get too brave
stupid batties get put in the grave
halfhearted dons, they’re onto the a
we don’t chit-chat, we ain’t into debates
they best stay home and pray all day
we grip straps, we spray, we spray
creep up on opps, no i ain’t a pervert
shot after shot got me feeling like herbert
sweets on sweets, i ain’t talking sherbet
get real close, slap off, watch him curl up
trap, mash work, do road till my eyes hurt
same clothes all week, in the same white shirt
pk buj, i don’t f-ck with turk
slap it in pebs, watch the line just twerk
[pre-chorus: dakn]
jump out the car on a mad ting
with the hand ting, i’ma leave man leaking
if not, i’ll insert my shank inside of his chest
i’ll have man screaming
come like brothers of destruction
the way that me and madda tag teaming
big long mop on your block, i’m cleaning
cleaning, intending to stop our breathing

[verse 2: dakn & madda]
get round there on a two man army
me and my chargie
no gromit but you know that’s my dargy
smash your window, rip out your car key
when you crash it’s peak for your dargy
skeng on deck, we’re locking off parties
rose from the storm like a tsunami
applying pressure, moving like n-z-s
several glides, i jumped on ’em several times
waps on waps, gang got several pipes
how many man have i touched? banged up several guys
talkie talkie, all of my opps talk several lies
rambo’s, zk’s, kitchens, we got several knives
numerous jukks, taking lifes
big fat t–th in the wap and they’re golden
touching skin, leave you more than swollen
pray it don’t jam cah this strap is olden
in a blacked out whip and it’s stolen
scoring, scoring, feeling like kingsley coman
and there’s no rules in the field
we play dirty like krept and konan
we don’t show no emotion
my mum told me the streets are dangerous
she don’t know i’m putting the streets in danger
just left that scene so bl–dy and taped off
somebody should have got a disclaimer
lurking, lurking, tryna get a pagan, d-mn i’m always eager
jukk it, twist it, i move so devilish
the way i’m tryna push the blade in deeper
[pre-chorus: dakn]
jump out the car on a mad ting
with the hand ting, i’ma leave man leaking
if not, i’ll insert my shank inside of his chest
i’ll have man screaming
come like brothers of destruction
the way that me and madda tag teaming
big long mop on your block, i’m cleaning
cleaning, intending to stop our breathing

- dakn x madda

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