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Konnan ft. Mad One - Psycho (Uncensored)

One of the best WCW themes ever! Originally by Filtered Souls from their 1998 album, Family Business, the music video debuted at Halloween Havoc 1998. LYRICS: I carry my life around with me in a see through bag And you got the fucking nerve to ask me why the fuck I'm at Different stages, different faces I see...up in the crowd It's them same ass fools that say my mind's in the cloud. Vato, vato, vato, how you make us get down? Now was the name of Filtered Souls are the ones who bring the sounds Easy pulling tricks like you're David Copperfield So let the sign this spiel on the 2-inch wheel I snatch the rabbit out of your hat and choke it I snatch the weed out of your pocket and smoke it Do you really want to fuck with a perro Down with a skeleton playing on a cello from the ghetto? 187 if you don't spin the vinyl Revolutionary mind, but they label me a wino Someone, please unchain my brain from the wall You can blame it on the drugs or you can blame it on the alcohol Ashes to ashes and back to dust And before I go, fool, believe I'm a bust Ashes to ashes and back to dust And before I go, fool, believe I'm a bust Uno nuevo zero to the quatro Its the M-A-D-O-N-E going psycho (psycho) Uno nuevo zero to the quatro Its the M-A-D-O-N-E going psycho (psycho) How many lyrical paragraphs must I punch you with an intent in order for a fool to make his dollars into sense? Fuck politics and Presidents! Why's that? Because they got me selling dope through my local residence Wisecracks fill my mind everytime I write a rhyme I got to relieve the pressure and take drastic measure I'm standing on the outside and I'm looking in Watching all my friends now confessing all my sins, smile in the pen Smiling faces will have you catching cases Riding down the freeway on...high speed chases I got to be true to this game of rap It's either this or weed, speed, heroin, or crack. It's like that. Lawyers play for work A+R, fancy cars. Ghetto superstar, don’t forget who you are. I see you represent for those buried in the soil. Uncle Sam’s status is getting drunk off on oil. CHORUS I must confess, my life is a mess And if there is a God up in Heaven, does he hate me because I don't feel blessed? I extend my hand from San Diego to New York Call all your soldiers 'cause in street, we hold court Welcome to the blocks, boy. They're killing prince of rap Now, how will you react when we’re leaving stains across the map? Cause the road that I’m on is too bumpy. And every time I see a hula, I can jump it. So I keep my shit on in and make sure they play it loud. Before I’m left laying on my back staring at the clouds. And face the dirt on my way to meet my maker. Cause vatos catch the vapors while I’m trying to make my paper. CHORUS