Artist: Psycho Drama Album: Chi-Town Playas Vol. 2 Song: Lethal Weapon Typed by: sochi98@hotmail.com Yung Buk Oh yes I'm lethal I make my shit equal to no one like shogun I blow one I don't rap I flow son You cain't fuck wit my criteria cuz in my high school cafeteria I'm known as superior but now I rock stages I used to rock the cover of books but now I open'em up and rock them pages massive dope shit I drop and brother's not comprehendin that's why this nigga raps like it aint no endin no brother can two upon the one cuz I'm the nigga who recked the Chi and locked it up when I was done you wanna funky rhyme you ain't gotta force me a young nigga droppin shit like a horse G I take your crew and wipe'em like mildew and as for you I got a class that slaughter too you can sit your ass down and learn the bits of this psychodrama shit that you cain't fuck wit correct so when I inject all you bitches keep steppin cuz I'm a lethal weapon Chorus: Yung Buk, NewSense As lethal as I'm flexin niggas still talkin bout who dat? (who dat?) so the next time I bust a cap it'll be on you black As lethal as I'm flexin niggas still talkin bout who dat? (who dat?) so the next time I bust a cap it'll be on you black we gettin that motherfucker PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle Verse Two: I'm versatile wit my style this juvenile can come harder and kick some wicked shit as fat as Nell Carter when I flow my rhymes grow like a embryo still fa sho and then come back like your feenin' hoe you wonderin who's the best some punk might say maybe me but when I flex I'm drastic like casualty I'm straight underground no nigga can take mine fuck a bitch man I'm sleepin wit a tech nine I bury a body and break a bitches back cuz you's a sad ass you sissy soft sucker I'm a bad ass niggaro and I figured yo you cain't hang wit my mental slang hell yeah I shoot that motherfuckin thang I'm hard as fuck so motherfuckers disbelieve and got mo' hoes than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve you can not fuck wit me your homie will say yes he's right I'll take your rep, your bitch, you'll flip from me like Jesse White and love ya tender I bend a body like a fender and to them bitches front to back aint no surrender here never Chorus 2x Verse 3: Any and every punk bitch thats fake I leave'em soggy like corn flakes motherfuckers try and die wrapped to your brainwave bitch itty itty bang bang shit static dismissed niggaro fuck yourself up because you fuckin wit this ill shit I won't blow you a kiss I punch in your fuckin mouth bitch nigga just chill or catch the steal fist now when I says I'm a Yung Buk don't get an idea nigga fuckin that you can come and fuck wit this here the shit that I kick ain't simple a nigga layin in the river dead wit his dick drilled in his temple I guess that's how it's gotta be niggas jumpin up and gettin they ass played like the lottery dialog fonky punk you fail to realize diggin through your crackerjacks and shit try to find the prize but aint no prize fool yeah you can get your ass bucked by a nigga fresh outta high school wit dialog to kill you like a hog chase you like a dog slit your throat and drink your blood like egg nog and thats a still psychodrama, yeah that other shit recognize bitch ChiTown, ChiTown Chorus 2x