Sammaliz - Psycho Technicians

[Verse 1]
I'm slashing n' clashing, obviously I'm fukking trashing
everything from something to absoloutly nothing
mostly I'll be drinking, thinking, what it takes to be king
king pinned, so I rather be smoking than life choking

me to death, free my breath, I'm off the meth
rather drain the Ethanol, protocall take full control
I'm dropping the Alcohol, throwing the bottles around
I'm develish, I'm burning and loothing in Hell's ground

get your most advanced Heros and the Wizard of OZ
the Relique of Demonic Magic in me deserves applause
for every single clause, I can rigg a darker cause
just to show, for you to know, and all that because

I can, I'm no simple man, complex Psycho technician
splitting every act in two, enhancing the wing span
spinning like a rotor blade, chopping cuz I'm made
spitting blood, cutthroat addict cuz I ain't afriad




[Chorus]
I'm a fukkin' Psycho Technician
technically totally psycho
psycho Techs blowing up psyched out wrecks
my preps Cyanide to rearrange my inside

welcome to the Dark Side
reflection of the outside
fatalism is the survival mechanism
I'm a fukkin' Psycho Technician




[Verse 2]
it's a body with a soul, you can ask my moma
the drama, when they looked into my hole
through my throat, with the tube and stiches
never trusting doctas, they all like b!tches

too soon on the other side, and life don't wanna slide
so I gotta stock my pride, Babylon can fukkin' lick
cuz I go crazy onna fukkin' Psycho Maddafakkin Techniquie
you can love me n' hate me but I'll always be unique

you can **** with my clique we be trippin too sick
go sukka d!ck and I will prick a prick onna prick
sukk my ice cream, **** you I really fukkin' mean
I can be mean onna scene cuz I'm green and clean

check I and I, cuz I don't say I'm fly I'm fukkin' black
not on crack, not really wacked, just abandond the smack
I carve and pave, degrave ya body inna pavement crack
gravedigga, psyched out n!gga diggin' a corpse for a sack


[Verse 3]
I was recently asked about the craziest **** I've done
I had to lie, and tell her Kingdom never come
fully aware of suicidal attempts in my REM sleep
consciencs of my sub-conscious mind hidden deep

I can acess it, when I'm on the brink of the axis
flipping hatches and axes under Psycho Tactiques
master mind, psycho Techs windin' up memories of T-Rex
manually manipulated massacares for a Psycho's next

victim, only problem is he's lurking somewhere within
him, don't even know what to call me, what's my name?
my head playing its own game, can't control to feel stange
reality is dark as I see black on black with shades of gray

follow what I say, read between my lies and lines
remember those times, all those crazy dreams and illusions
my confusions are real, steal, squeal, kneel it's my vision
Isolato Psycho Technicians, defying univarsal precision