Intro      Straight from the Psycho Ward   Once again      Verse One: B-Real      Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal   Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner   In the combat, the banana leaf control   A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold   You going crazy, can't understand   Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!   Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission   You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!   Sick-o!    Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!   Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A   They all wanna raid my spot and take hits   But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits   Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!   I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!   Actions allowing the words to barrage in   From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell   You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost   You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?      Chorus      Looney, lunatic turned sick   Psycho, crazy in the head, I go   Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break   You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!      Verse Two: Jacken      For those who really don't understand   Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!   Buggin' now from, all the things I see   All tread bad and I meant in 3D   We be the psycho doers, turned killers   Only to survive all these street cop killers   I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting   Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting   It ain't no thing but mad   You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath   Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober   When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!   The only reason why I say this   Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping   One can only maintain, for so long   'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn   Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless   Only known from crazy acts, making you famous      Verse Three: B-Real      I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel   When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!   If the criminal element, unfolding   But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit   Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live   If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface   Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!   I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'   We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout   Talk about, my mental state   Think I need to rehabilitate   Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait   But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!   Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on   The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!    Psycho assassins smashing your membrane   Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!      Chorus X2