Psychology Cypher

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs

snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Norman's at the pinnacle, and taking him down is difficult

the traditional, imbecile, quick to flip you like reciprocals

the unpredictable criminal have you leaking out your occipital

In the midst of class, as I ash the blunt and pass

guns and ammo hidden for when I wanna lash back at the staff

Norm's raiding your cabinets for paxil and penicillin

I crack open a brew and I'm back on your couch chillin

Not a villain, just a lost soul that is hopeless

that goes out of his way to get some crack rock or a dope hit