Eminem - Psychopath Killer Lyrics
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thingThe results of much too many drugs what you're seeingI'm a mind*****, completely this-(gus)-tingI'm (white), a human mutt, ***** a beingI'm a dog - ***** lambs, I'm silencin 'em allI'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solveGiant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawersMight as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floorEach thought's completely warpedI'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija boardSpeakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before.. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr..Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?Well if so, get ready for some shit yo"Is this some kind of sick joke?" shit no, mother*****in schitzoSo disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoesFist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoesJust goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck withSo-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurpSo - lock your doors, drop to the floorsGet your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange"Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind?What the ***** you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme?You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killerBlood spiller, mentality much illerThan you could ever imagine in your wildest dreamsYou'll feel his pain and his silent screamsYou bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killerBlood spiller, mentality much illerThan you could ever imagine in your wildest dreamsYou'll feel his pain and his violent screamsIt's Friday night, I'm at a rave againPickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)My girlfriend's a crackhead whoreShe'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floorAnd take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these)Have you ever seen a ***** get beat because she won't cheatRun the street and suck another nigga's meat?My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me)I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his faceAnd I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheatedMy girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of diseaseBecause I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (Ahh!)I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl***** David Koresh, I'm startin my own worldIt's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scaryEatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you CareyI was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weedThe Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breedA nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm'sGot more power than [?] Dragon's python so"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"(Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spillerPsycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer")As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prisonI guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlumBeing pressed caused the stress that caused the RitalinPressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelingsTo be hurt after they seen what I did to those childrenI'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terraceSo you can have somethin to stare at
