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B-Real - "Lunatics In The Grass"
Lyrics to Lunatics In The Grass : (feat. Psycho Realm) [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, cant understand Why you never face me' Dont foil the plan! Head-to-head combat, Im on that mission You wishin to disappear' Some mission is closin near! Sick-o! Strumming through the hall, yes yall! Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A They all wanna raid my spot and take hits But Im breakin that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits Insane, crazy in the head its lead! Im loco, til Im 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 Cant keep my head straight from the laws I break You too, yall twistin up my mind state! [Verse Two: Jacken] For those who really dont 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 Ill tell ya now, nobodys everlasting Even if you try, but you laugh it wont be subtracting It aint no thing but mad You better give it up, you steppin to a psychopath Game over, Im intoxicated, never sober When one steps up, Im poisonous like a deadly cobra! The only reason why I say this Is because yall breakin this (') got me tripping One can only maintain, for so long Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn Now youre the (') straight psycho remain nameless Only known from crazy acts, making you famous [Verse Three: B-Real] Im 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, dont get nervous! You wanna surface Sick, insane in the brain, Im trippin! Im sippin on the wine, its 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, cant wait But dont you motherfuckers cant come in the gate! Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on The gats armed, shitted on the last one, cmon! Psycho assassins smashing your membrane Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein! [Chorus x2] [ Lunatics In The Grass Lyrics ]
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