T.C.P.
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Psycho Patient (Two Capital P's)
I'm out there tryin' to make music that's real.
I ain't no gangsta. This ain't crime time. I don't live in da hood.
I mean, if I need to fuck somebody up, I'll pull the switch myself.
There's just too many fake ass bitch niggas out there makin' it just 'cause they
knew somebody who knew somebody. Fuck that. Our shit deals with real themes that
deal with real people.
That's why I'm down for the underground. All this commercialized, flavor of the month
bullshit that MTV feeds all the brain dead, "I'd like to be a playa' but I can't
even jerk off," mutha fuckas can go straight to Hell. I mean, yeah, they spit
raps but their shit has no substance. I don't wanna say any names, but I believe those
mutha fuckas know who they are. I just wanna let 'em know the party's over. They're
about to get hit with the fuckin' shit-bomb!
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