Psychopath Killer feat. Eminem

歌詞

Kill x3 I guess you can consider a poet. Weil, with me it started out with these words. Words. Words. They started looking like puzzle pieces So I start connecting them to each other Till they started to resemble music Blank canvases By this time I was an artist So I just started painting these pictures These real visual I'm a Psychopath. I'm a Killer I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer A psychopath, I'm a Killer A psychopath, I'm a Killer A psychopath, I'm a killer. Feeling in the air Leave it in the night Still got the fire Would you ever think You would come to find Maybe in my dream I'm a psychopath I'm never keeping it plain Lyrical murderous with something up in about Ever since I was a little kid doodling in class Drew a picture of my teacher Bullet in his head, ruler in his ass With a toilet in front of him throwing up, pissed off Probably symbolic of this thought. Sick talk till my inner enemy interrupts I'm having nightmares Of leaving behind my dreams with anything less than a full bank It's like I'm General Hong and I'm standing in front of a gun I'm putting myself in the way of a bullet to prove rank The hood is over my eyes, but the wool ain't Yeah, got the mentality of being with a wizard Every award show we don't even get considered How do you sell something that's so lyrical To a kid who wouldn't know what was hitting if it hit him Hit him, Hit him. Now I want to talk about these niggers from Detroit Before me and Shady Who was thinking bout Detroit Who put the world onto us? So watch how you say fuck me You just might jinx yourself Whoops, your girl going to do it Cause I was in the nine eleven in Chicago nine eleven at the same time I had already been grinding since 9 7. That's longevity If you think your lyrics are better, You better be a killer. I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Oh yeah. You ain't never seen a motherfucker get real I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Pull an automatic for making bodies Sporadic got chills I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Cause ain't nobody iller Nobody for real I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer It's the lead drinker It's the ring leader I'm a deep thinker I'm a street preacher With a street sweeper Full of Heat stickers In you G speakers I'm gonna keep bringing I don't need heaters I got the meat cleaver Welcome to the slaughterhouse Niggas try to tell me I spell too much Capital S to the LAUGH To the T, E R HO USE Now go to hell you fucks. Word. Making work disappear, Crook is magic Abracadabra The traffic of black up in African Can you imagine a nigger flipping bread for the blood money like Dracula Hands him a spatula Ask me a question, Am I the best with the flexing Fuck yes, with the goon talk I just moonwalk all over the beat Then I lighten up the street Crooked all Michael Jackson no Thriller I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Oh yeah. You ain't never seen a motherfucker get real I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Pull an automatic for making bodies Sporadic got chills I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Cause ain't nobody iller Nobody for real I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Feeling in the air Leave it in the night Stream with the fire Would you ever think You would come to find Maybe in my dream I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer The thought of retiring is Making me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and What up mom? Applying for a rim job Are you hiring? I'm hoping to fill up your opening Oh but I know I got to meet a lot of requirements First I got to be receptive in the lobby and aisle And you probably already doing all of the slaughtering I ain't in the mood to be playing second fiddle Slob on the side But no strings attached I'm just the product of a hostile environment But being brought up so Wrought up inspiring I don't know why it's like I'm caught up inside some whirlpool Not an appliance but I'm applying the science I psychotically rhyme And it's like stars have aligned All in alliance All of a line Balls at the live Obscene talking to twine Like a beanstalk and a vine But I keep walking the line Between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong And it's like I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause in the fabric of our model society Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics And shenanigans Dammit the popes mad again Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican With that mannequin Singing "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again And my dad's dragging a faggot in I'm glad Bag movie the last time I make it dramatic Entrance like that again You thought I was lying when I said I think that I'm crossing the line again I've lost my mind Caution of god I think I just thought of another fucking line Forgive me father for I have sinned But hip-hop has left me brainwashed with a violent Street Defiant Now the odds of me trying to fucking be quiet Probably got to be bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony Trying to stay by it But the street starts to follow me while I revive rap I'm a start-up a rioting Trying to stop the silence that you're knocking I might as well just hit the block In your jogging attire in Boston. Across the marathon finish line And put your thoughts against mine cause they're arsenal Well I have to scar you for life worse than Jafar's I have flawless pliers and barbed wire You're boss like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife I savor, this Darth Vader with arthritis and a bar fight with the Dark Knight On a dark night with his arms tied up Abnormal like when I'm on the mike I'm not going to lie Perform like I'm going to die At the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end. Like fuck em all I'm just riding Like I'm locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car Uncle Ronnie was driving Bout to bust through the side door Lock up an asylum And park in the dining room. I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Oh yeah. You ain't never seen a motherfucker get real I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Pull an automatic for making bodies Sporadic got chills I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer Cause ain't nobody iller Nobody for real I'm a psychopath I'm a Killer