Psycho

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[Verse 1]
I was raised in the mud with the thugs and the rust,
Where a hug mean nothin’ and the love’s just lust.
Mama was a needle, daddy moved that dust,
Had to sharpen up the steel ‘fore I ever learned trust.

Sixteen, I was slicin’ up meat like a butcher,
Did dirt in the dark, no witness, no pusher.
Blood in the basin, face in the mirror,
Eyes like a demon, can’t get clearer.

Blew outta Texas like a goddamn storm,
Corpus kid with the blade and scorn.
Had to fight in the pit, break ribs for bread,
They said I was dead, but I bled instead.

Now I’m Psycho, psycho—burn like nitro,
Slice so clean make a man do Taebo.
Steel in my sleeve, grip like a vise, bro,
I don’t throw hands, I throw full-blown psychos.

[Hook]
Psycho ride—no brake, no peace,
Mask on face, rage off lease.
Psycho slide—two wheels, one beast,
Zetas patch, my soul deceased.

Blood forges fire, blood forges gold,
My heart’s gone black but my grip don’t fold.
Came from the gutter where the rules get cold,
Now I’m patched in flames with the Zetas code.

[Verse 2]
Clack-clack, when I ride through the night like bats,
Black bike, chrome fangs, whole squad like that.
Zetas don’t blink, we think in traps,
If the beef get thick, we sink your map.

I ain’t normal—never was, never will be,
Grew up in chaos, it built me.
Hurt made muscle, pain made mind,
I don’t do peace, that bitch ain’t mine.

I seen too much, I bled too wide,
That red in my eyes? Ain’t no disguise.
Flesh and bone with a soul deprived,
But the crew saw gold in the ghost inside.

Now I’m Psycho—monster in motion,
Fuel my engine with hate and devotion.
Zetas my blood, my path, my potion,
I ride for the patch, that’s pure corrosion.

[Hook]
Psycho ride—no brake, no peace,
Mask on face, rage off lease.
Psycho slide—two wheels, one beast,
Zetas patch, my soul deceased.

Blood forges fire, blood forges gold,
My heart’s gone black but my grip don’t fold.
Came from the gutter where the rules get cold,
Now I’m patched in flames with the Zetas code.

[Bridge]
You hear that rumble?
That ain’t thunder…
That’s Psycho.
And he’s comin’ for your sins.

[Outro]
No mask, no cape—just pain on deck,
No chains, no fate—just blades and wreck.
No prayers, no rest, no saints to call,
Just me and the Reaper ridin’ through y’all—

(Cut to silence)
Zetas made me. Psycho saved me.
Blood forges gold.
That’s the law.