[Intro]
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta...

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
Psychosis
I’m going mental
I'm stuck in the melody
Call me [bad word] Hip hop felonies
Down with the gentle
Gotta analyse what I been threw [bad word] you!
Tourette one of my disorders
I been [bad word] Make the beat explode when I spit on it
Supersonic I’m fluid like gin tonic
And when I say I'm killing it
Its just [bad word] and hang with the [bad word] and hang and ima show you how the show business is
If you the lawn then I'm mowing it
Because I'm way too thick like I’m Jay-Z’s lower lip
Can’t get a grip on my sober [bad word] Now let me break these niggas down to the last little bit
And blast [bad word] on your pretty [bad word] Cause I got medical issues
And more than just a silly twitch
Get out my way cause I'm pretty [bad word] Grab niggas by their necks and dump em in a dirty ditch
And dirty [bad word] for your nerdy [bad word] Ima never switch
Stay like this
Till I’m 36
You jerk prick just insert disc
Or Ima get busy like a insurgist
Its
Way more than I can cope with
Hopeless
Dope D.o.D. living with a psychosis

[Verse 2: Skits [bad word] along come and see it
Psychotic being, circus freak: Skits!
I cut wack mc’s career’s short as a fetus
Now I'm on the brink of destroying world leaders
I enter arena’s, seen as the beast in the sport
Chopping down crews with a 3 meter sword
When P’s on the boards there’s a chemical [bad word] while ya can start heading for the exits
Cause my skin melts off when I transform
And shut down blocks like a sandstorm [bad word] across as a nervous teen
I go blind in the club and wake up to a murder scene [bad word] tester, raise my blood pressure
I give chicks a case a shock lecture
Raps mad hatter, in effect!
I kill a track with flows from the bottom of the river bed
And I ain't finished yet, within a milli sec
I cut the [bad word] and snatch ya by ya little head
I hit the switch to high voltage
And stay slick as I live in Psychosis!!!

[Verse 3: Sean price]
Psychosis, I wrote this
Heroin Needle with wings, fly dope [bad word] Port of Miami.am hanging near a boat [bad word] Open the box and thats where the coke bricks
I'm so slick, no wave grease
When the 4 spit, don't wave peace
I'm about war, diamond with no flaws
Rhymin is so raw, climbing from dirt poor
Mentally sick, I'm meant to be rich
But I'm the opposite, I pop the 5th and empty the clip
No smile and the [bad word] up grin
Profile with the scuffed up timbs
Past the point of no return
Blast the joint, ignore the burns
Lost contact with reality
Psychosis who the [bad word] wanna battle me!