Woot Woot here is a little rap of my own. Born Psychotic runnin wit a hatchet straight out da woom. when Doc pulled me out he decided his own doom. not enough room hard to breathe blood and torture is what i need imma a Juggalo down till then end. step to me once and never breathe again. Riding and chillin faygo and liquor. Come on ***** choke me u'll just die quicker. Sick of of these fake as G's tryin to step. Its all good homie no beef just rep. Wear what u like just remember step and ur in my sights. Creeping thrillin and killin at night. its not the pain its the thrill of the fight. You hear about the size of the dog and how well he can fight well **** that dog. He'll die tonight. Straight psycho cuttin throats, ripping and shredding token, and smokes. party like a "rockstar" **** that **** you aint partyed till u party wit MY click. sick in the nug mentally insane. Remember this rap cuz its fresh of my brain.