CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Psychopathic (Radio Edit)

The ghettos of America are breading grounds for the criminal minded
As for years they've killed one another off, and America has enjoyed its creation
Well now those ghetto-minded criminals have crossed the line into your neighborhood, and will soon give you a taste of the hell that they have lived for so long
So, Pops, this time it's your son who gets shot
Deal with your own creation

Well, I've been to the stone house and it suckеd
Payed my debts but I'm still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'causе I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might say something on the street
I don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
But still show respect
Or I'ma swell your mouth up, redneck
Tell the pigs I did it
I'll pull your spine out your back, and beat you in the head with it
And keep your freak in place
Or I'ma send her home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm hatin' chicks
Sometimes I'll do 'em like I do them hicks
'Less I'm in the sack
Workin' so hard, I almost broke my back
Sellin' out the house and you come up short
I might blow your funky self off my front porch
And the sight'll make ya sick
I thought you knew, punk, I'm psychopathic
Yeah, yeah
Psychopathic