American Psycho II – D12 – letras

[Chorus – B-Real]I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane,but the fact remainsThat I’m a psychoBetter get it through your brain,when you say my name,never say it in vainCause I’m a psycho[Verse 1 – Swift]I’m a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man,I’ll split a ***** open,Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive,scrotum big as boulders,I’ll hold it then unload on you, put on poster,so everyone can notice whoWas focused on his pokin, they nose in our business,hopin that I don’t comeSmoke ’em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I’m a vulture,Close to croakin any moment, and I know when,I could fuck the culture up,Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks,I don’t wanna chat, speak whenYou spoken to, and I don’t have to read afuckin magazine or quoteable, to noticeWhat you hoes’ll do[Verse 2 – Kuniva]We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up,show up at your residenceAnd light your front door up, get scared,life ain’t fair, and I’m prepared to blast youJust as fast as dre can say hell yeah,so watch what you say, cause it can happenEither today or the next minute,i can draw the heater and spray and I’m deadSerious, you could be dead period,end of story, I’m on your porch wit a gun andYour son sippin a forty, No one can hold me,I does it all by my lonely,Stomp your head while you awake,you’ll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitchYou can read it and weep,you 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 me,I’ll be under a tree,In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don’t know too much about my daddy,Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny,I ain’t a racistI just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites,13 years oldAnd joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeksfeeling the fucking painAm I insane?, who really knows, cause anysecond my temper can fuckingBlow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out,tomorrow won’t even rememberSee Bizzare can show what violence is all about,and this Dr. Dre beat done brought itThe fuck out, run in your house and put A GUN in your mouth,and blow your brains the fuck out[Verse 4 – Eminem]I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe threeor four of ’em, some fell out and hit the floor,All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank,been a little niandrotholic, no thanks toMy man D’ Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily,my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whetherTo use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot,and pick the new power drill up,Gives me two hours and 6 days and I’m still up,I feel like I’m about to snap any minute, there’s a newTower Records, I’m bout to stop and get a fill-up,pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who didThat shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottlewit piss and shatter his fuckin lips wit it[Chorus]