I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto, bro
I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
A Bates type of Psycho, cut you like Michael
Halloween character, or computer wizard
Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
Short circuit crosswire you're in the crossfire
You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
See you need the day-ta, better I say data
You're looking at the Tribe, and you're a hater
Coming from inside, means I come better
Or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
Head in the casket, your body in a basket
A tisket, a tasket, I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
Mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're runnin' from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's getting bucked down

See I'm from South Central, bustin' out my metal
Rapid-fire petal, funk is makin' me get mental
Yo, it make no sense, so here son to stop y'all
Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Broads swinging off my dick like a chimp, simping
So what's the story, you come looking for me?
Better just scatter, or you're getting leaded
I'm the one who said it, but it doesn't matter
You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
'Cause I'm The Phuncky Feel One, making you get real loose
My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalog
From what you want me to select
Different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
The way I stay in control of myself
I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
In the stone ages, make minimum wages
Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
Hey man, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You know you're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
What you're running from, is the psycobetabuckdown!

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown baby!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Psyco-beta-rrific, in profile
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
It's a psycobetaduckdown!
Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Somebody's gettin bucked down

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
Yo where's the hooda?

Overall Meaning

In “Psycobetabuckdown,” Cypress Hill raps about their violent tendencies and unsettling characteristics. The opening lines describe the group in a spaceship, increasing their speed and ready to attack. They liken themselves to psychos, particularly a “Bates type of Psycho,” referring to Norman Bates from Alfred Hitchcock's movie Psycho. They also reference Michael Myers from the Halloween movie franchise and use computer terms, such as “crosswire,” to describe their ability to harm. The song’s chorus, “Psycho alpha disco beta/ Psycobetaduckdown baby,” is repeated throughout, emphasizing the group’s insanity and violent mindset.

The lyrics also mention the group’s origins in South Central, Los Angeles, and their use of firearms. B-Real raps about his prowess with women, whom he refers to as “broads” and ridicules those who try to approach him. The group’s name, Cypress Hill, is mentioned in the line “You're looking at the Tribe,” using the name interchangeably with “Tribe” to refer to the group. Overall, “Psycobetabuckdown” is an intense and somewhat disturbing song that highlights the group’s edginess and violent flair.

Line by Line Meaning

I increase my throttle, uplift my shuttle
I am accelerating and flying high

Tribe in a huddle, pilot on auto, bro
My group is united while I am mechanically operating

I'm not a role model, more like a psycho
I am not to be emulated, I have a disturbed personality

A Bates type of Psycho, cut you like Michael
I am as dangerous as Bates and Michael, I will hurt you

Halloween character, or computer wizard
I am both a scary figure and a skilled programmer

Hit you with the blizzard, cut your circuit with my scissors
I will attack you fiercely and disrupt your system

Short circuit crosswire you're in the crossfire
I will cause a power surge and leave you vulnerable

You get blasted, you dumb-ass bastard
I will destroy you, you foolish person

See you need the day-ta, better I say data
You require information, and I will provide it

You're looking at the Tribe, and you're a hater
You are envious of my group's camaraderie and success

Coming from inside, means I come better
My skills originate within me and make me superior

Or should I say rather, together I'm gonna set ya
Actually, we will destroy you as a team

Head in the casket, your body in a basket
You will be dead and disposed of

A tisket, a tasket, I told ya I'm gonna blast ya
I warned you, and now I will kill you

When I'm on the psycobeta, state of
I am in a dangerous and insane state

Mind over magnum, you know I'm gonna tag them
My mind is more powerful than a gun, and I will defeat my enemies

You're gonna get flunked when I buck ya down
You will fail when I attack you

What you're runnin' from, is the psycobetabuckdown!
You are trying to escape my psychotic attack

Psycho, alpha, disco, beta
I am crazy, dominant, groovy, and skilled

Psycobetaduckdown baby!
This is a dangerous and insane situation

It's a psycobetaduckdown!
This is a dangerous and insane situation

Somebody's getting bucked down
Someone will be defeated and destroyed

See I'm from South Central, bustin' out my metal
I am from a violent neighborhood, armed with weapons

Rapid-fire petal, funk is makin' me get mental
I am firing my gun quickly and the music is making me more insane

Yo, it make no sense, so here son to stop y'all
This situation is illogical, but I am here to put an end to it

Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal
My friend Sen will begin killing, while I start rhyming

The phase'll be like a murderer's maze yo
This moment is like a deadly labyrinth

You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage yo
B-Real is not imprisoned or trapped

Sen is the gangsta, me I'm just a pimp
Sen is the violent criminal, I am just a ladies' man

Broads swinging off my dick like a chimp, simping
Women are attracted to me and fawning over me

So what's the story, you come looking for me?
Why have you come to find me?

Better just scatter, or you're getting leaded
You should flee, or you will be shot

I'm the one who said it, but it doesn't matter
I made the statement, but the words are unimportant

You're gonna get splattered, with my funky ill juice
You will be covered in my strange and terrible energy

'Cause I'm The Phuncky Feel One, making you get real loose
My music will make you feel free and compelled to dance

My intellect, dialect, dialogue, intellect, catalog
My intelligence, language, conversation, ideas, and writings

From what you want me to select
I will choose what you request

Different forms of beta, psycho for alpha
Various types of skill and insanity

The way I stay in control of myself
I remain composed and in charge

I'm not one of many penny ante on the gauges
I am unique and not one of the ordinary

In the stone ages, make minimum wages
Living in the past and earning little money

Show me where the stage is, I come to get the brain on
Tell me where to perform, I want to entertain and impress

Hey man, get the fuck off the 'caine bruh!
Stop using cocaine, it's dangerous

Yo where's the hooda?
Where is the party?

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BERNIE WORRELL, GEORGE JR. CLINTON, LARRY MUGGERUD, LARRY E. MUGGERUD, LOUIS M. FREEZE, SENEN REYES, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS

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