I got an uncle and his name's Psycho He had to dance and then scream, go psycho Come and dance, work out, and fight your ass at the park For the bills, for the hundred dollar pills And he got two sisters, prego He *** the other one to get one jello And he took both kids to the ghetto-ass park On the hill, ***'ll get really real He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body Most dug down, kept the hammer with his mommy Grandma had the arthritis, pain in the body Kept the burner in the mattress so her son don't catch a body He danced and he danced, smoked crack with his posse For a flip, do a build-a-window, land in the lobby He was cut like Bruce Lee, but he didn't know karate He came home bloody screaming, nobody can stop, nobody can stop me I'm the baddest survivor in this planet Fifty niggas better kill me, nigga, cause I will do damage Checked out of the site, what, I am nothing to manage My life cut deep, nigga, I'm nothing to bandage I got an uncle and his name's Psycho He had to dance and then scream, go psycho Come and dance, work out, and fight your ass at the park For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills And he got two sisters, prego He *** the other one and gave one jello And he took both kids to the ghetto-ass park On the hill, ***'ll get really real Where they be drinking forty ounces With the brown paper bag full of ounces No matter what day, you found his ass at the park Hurry and *** around and get killed When he got kicked out of his bitch crib And he had nowhere to live Always find his ass on the benches Laying in the park, at the dark Don't get it confused, Uncle Psych, I love you to death Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest Growing up, you always was buck wild and with stress And though I'm older now, I don't know how to forget I used to wear your Timbs around the house when you left And if you had an open soda, I would finish the rest Pretend I'm older, I like the liquor older you left Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a tank Then point it at the mirror, like I'm holding your rep Dude, that mirror wasn't me, but it was you I reflect Wanted to be like you, gel-tat on the chest With the rugged cornrows and a stab in my neck Like I said, I have a death wish, I don't rob nobody's ass