D12 - American Psycho Ii - B Real Lyrics
[Chorus - B-Real]I'm a little bit off the chainCall me insane, but the fact remainsThat I'm a psychoBetter get it through your brainWhen you say my name, never say it in vainCause I'm a psycho[Verse 1 - Swift]I'm a mother*****ing omen, I bow down to no manI'll split a nigga open, killing folks compulsiveA soldier with a motive, scrotum big as bouldersI'll hold it then unload on you, put it on a posterSo everyone can notice who was focused on this pokinThey nose in our business, hopin that I don't come smoke 'emNo one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vultureYou niggas close to croakin' any moment and I know whenI could ***** the culture up, probably rap, a maniac, with anxiety attacksI don't wanna chat, speak when you spoken toAnd I don't have to read a *****in' magazine or quoteableTo notice what you hoes'll do[Verse 2 - Kuniva]We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up,And show up at your residence and light your front door upGet scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast youJust as fast as Dre can say hell yeahSo watch what you say, cause it can happen either today or the next minuteI can draw on the heater and spray and I'm dead seriousYou could be dead period, end of storyI'm on your porch wit a gun and your son sippin a fortyNo one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,Stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumbyAftermath and Shady *****, you can read it and weepYou see my poster in the hood for the G of the week[Chorus][Verse 3 - Bizzare]They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find meI'll be under a tree in Butt***** TennesseeAnd I don't know too much about my daddy,Except he spit in my face and *****ed me in the fannyI ain't a racist I just hate whitesFags and dykes, blacks and transvestites13 years old and joined a *****ing gangHair on my ass cheeks feeling the *****ing painAm I insane? Who really knowsCause any second my temper can *****ing blowI get cold in December, black the ***** outTomorrow won't even rememberSee Bizzare can show what violence is all aboutAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the ***** outRun in your house and put a gun in your mouthAnd blow your brains the ***** out[Verse 4 - Eminem]I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'emSome fell out and hit the floorAll I know is ever since my *****in head hit the snowbankBeen a little Neanderthal, no thanks to my man D' Angelo BailyBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest deliveranceTryin to figure whether to use the flat head or the phillipsOr just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill upIt's been two hours and 6 days and I'm still upI feel like I'm about to snap any minuteThere's a new Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-uppick the new Cypress Hill upAnd go find who did that shit to XzibitAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with pissAnd go shatter his *****in lips with it[Chorus]
