He likes his coffee black like his soul He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho He like coffee a lot And he like his coffee now Fifty cups of coffee and you know it’s on Come to the dark side, we have candy Yes but do you have coffee?

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,

A fucking psycho (Aye, sir!) Your ass belongs to me now I'm gonna make you I will break you, do you understand? I'm gonna break you Do you understand?

Yeah, I'm gonna show you So what if I'm fucking crazy? I'm gonna show you And I don't need your quick fix I don't want your prescriptions Just 'cause you say I'm crazy Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath, I'm gonna show you, Mental out my brain, bad