Showdown (Album Version) (Album Version|Explicit)

Showdown (Album Version|Explicit) - The Psycho Realm

Written by：Gustavo Gonzalez/Jack González/Louis Freese/H. Kerr/J. S. Zamecnik

Run around downtown cliques throw down in the mix

Clowns and infinite showdowns

Battle grounds all break downs world's upside down

Making wicked smiles wicked frowns we get down

With our own gangster sound

Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow

With shanks of venom metal

Rattle f**kin' snakes I'm as high as the stake

Quarter ounce of w**d to the head no breaks holmes wait

Street wars we get in them

Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you

Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic

On the streets the dramatic battles increase

We see more wars less peace we're even fighting police

Resulting they're the biggest enemies

Lifestyles of the criminal be wild

You wanna see more action hold up wait a while

Fist crash giants clash

Puttin' on the face of the devil mask doin' brain bash

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Watch out look out look out watch out

For the showdown you better slow down

Give me fifty feet or better

Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta

The lead comin' to wet'cha

Spread your body parts all over the continent

I'm a dominant mothaf**ka but you're the opposite

Turn around put your hands to the side

Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun

The outcome you're just another one soul

Flyin' into the heavens hit by the '57

A** end scrapping illuminatin' the whole block

They all flock in anticipation

You're getting rolled by the dayton

Now I see your hand shaking

You want out of this situation

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Images of war weapons the psycho presence

Blood wettens stains the curb where you're steppin'

Deadly grounds the home of all showdowns

Come into my kingdom sirens rattle eardrums

It ain't one on one no more it's gun on gun

Bullets take the place of fists so what's the outcome

Crazy wars severe scars

If you're just like me you're defending what's yours

Taking no loss

We're heavy duty like tanks

This is my two chrome shanks

Criminal styles point blank

You think my music is crazy like Tony Montana

Fumando *** con Santana tomorrow

I might not be alive so I wanna bring all the enemy's sorrow

I rock the block with the music maniac

Tied back locos seekin' that warpath

Why don't punks be legit they all bring havoc in their head

A psycho will shoot them dead

That's the fundamental to a f**ked up mental

Now you got a gun your life's a Psycho Realm

My strategy assault battery

Runnin' through your neighborhood in cliques of three

Smokin' in the battlegrounds on wild streets

And wild showdowns enemy take a look around

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down

Look out for the showdown

Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down