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Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Icey Rock Craven, Brotha Lynch Hung & Sundae (NNUTTHOWZE)
Album:  The Gates Mixed Plate
Song:   What's Yo Psycho (Strange Music Pre-Order Digital Bonus Track)
Typed by:
(Intro: Icey Rock Craven)
Born in the basement of Bizzle
Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
The many faces of madness
I bring to you, the NNUTTHOWZE!

(Hook: Tech N9ne) x2
NNUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch
Sick shit is our business
Fly high by the night so (muthafucka)
Let me know
What's yo psycho?
(Verse 1: Tech N9ne)
My psychosis is I can't keep focus
Without doses of beautiful hostess
Is oh shit so thick roasted 
I dosed it 
Im so sick wit it
Ladies is supposed to get, get it
Below the clit I liked it
I rolls to wicked ya dig it
By designa im the kind ta
Climb behind her
Fine dime to slime her
Wine and dine thine
Is minor 
When its time to grind her
Blind with signs im gona find a vigina
Mouth bowls you came to brown hoes
The town hoes you chose the grown poles whicked whicked sounds vulgar
Knows the lows blows 
The clothes is all over her clothes but told ya
I'm sick for sexposer
Ain't no secret 
I really love to eat it
That quick spits 
And jumps up to my back when they release it
Sometimes I just wish I could just cut it out and keep it
That 6688846993 shit 
(Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung)
Sloberin at the mouth I love my teeth I chew that meat up
I really dont give a fuck I do that heat 'um up while leak up
Slices of me N I N E, S T R A N G E
Get off tonight yo hit the night though
Heat when I hear a ATB
Off the hook like a fish with his lip cut
She never got away rip gut
Creepin behind me you'll find a dead ???? I ain't lyin'
Cut off the head and I hide it 
Devide the body up I'm probably the sickest nigga in rhymin'
Sychie might be 
When I give my 9 milli a tight squeeze
Ain't nobody like me
My mind be runnin' off light speed
Like me, to get um off they Nike's 
Infered, sight beem 
Went out the back with a slight mean
Gettin' off like the S.W.A.T. team 
Fuckin' um up like im cuttin' um up with a knife seem
I'm breakin' off rappers im sight seeing
I just love to eat human beeings
You could see um
Fuckin' a bitch with razor blade, hand grenades
Imma be makin' that red lemonade....GRRRRR!
(Verse 3: Sundae)
You right though
Ain't no sickness without a psycho
Ask me whats my psycho
You could eat it on my cycle
You could beat it like you Micheal
I want my cut like lypo
Feel cheated on like ???
By Tiger and them white hoes
I'm sickning, lick me
Doggy style might pick me
I'm pissy
If you can not dick me till I'm shiting
I'm ticking
Like a time clock on a trick beam
I get seen on a 50 inch flat HD 
My pussy yeah you hick-ups
You thirsty won't you lick up
I'm a nutty little bitch huh?
You love me cause I'm NNUTTHOWZE
Go nutty on a bitch, why
FAA ????
I cash chips like a casino
My whips are europeano
Got his lips like El Nino
Like I'm carrie you'll get peed on (Kisss kisss)
NUTTHOWZE in this bizznitch
Im a go, go, go getter might go
Where sickness is our business