Professor Hollywood – Psychopathic Maniac lyrics

Ay, (yah, yah)
White on my face like I'm Marylin,
Up in the studio shooting some heroin.
Don't want to talk to a therapist...
They might find out where my lair is! (aaaahhhhh)
Shoot up the house where your parents live...
Cut you up like an asparagus...
In my lab doing experiments--
Look at my chainsaw, look how long my hair is!!
Shoot up yo block like a terrorist,
Running shit more than the mayor is!
Buried your body, buried your partner,
Bitch where was the money? I buried it!!
Tell me the truth bitch I'm serious!
Throw yo ass straight off da terrace!
This is the circle of life, not no fun like a Ferris,
Don't care about how fair it is!

Some of yall might want a car or a crib,
Well I grew up wishing for bricks.
Smoking on strong that's as long as I live...
Still never dropping a cent on you bitches.
Will I pull up in a semi or civic,
Or maybe a rarri thats rented?!
Ask for a shot out my bottle lil thottie
Well bitch I don't party with peasants.
I never fold under pressure.
That's cause I came up finessing.
Fuck school my hood taught the hardest of lessons...
I'm trapping shit Spring, Summer, Autumn, forever...
I don't need a job I'm a legend...
Bitch I retired at 11...
Fuck you, I'm hard as cement is...
I got you a present a beat down from Evan!