American Psycho Iii – B-real – letras

[Chorus: B-Real]I’m a little bit off the chain, you can 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: Bizarre]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 racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites,13 years old And joined a fucking gang,Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking painAm I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking Blow,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 it The fuck out,Run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out[Eminem:]I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or 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 to My man D’ Angelo Baily, but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence,Tryin to figure whether To use the flat head or the phillips,Or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill upIt’s been two hours and 6 days and I’m still up,I feel like I’m about to snap any minute,There’s a new Tower Records, I’m bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did That shit to Xzibit, and go fill upA whole liquor bottle with piss and go shatter his fuckin lips with it[Chorus: B-Real]I’m a little bit off the chain, you can 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 2: B-Real]Now Let Me Give You Just A Little Peak Inside Of The Mind,Now everyday of the week I’m destined for crime,Hearin the little voices speaken out at me blindYa know, the little saying be « you’re Sick But Your Fine »but maybe I have a little chemechal imbalance,But I can balance the barrel enough to make youCome out of your apparel, make you sing a little carol,Handsin the air, like your at a concert and I’ll rob yaLike I just don’t care, now your jewels are my jewelsAnd my tools got pools, your draws got stools, breakYourself fool, what could you do to this maniac andLunatic that already hasn’t been done, go ahead andShoot him, put him in prison he’s just a superstition,Make a decicion, cause if I ever get out of this hole it’sPerfection, never will change, sick in the brain, spit onYour brain, shit on your name, give me the blame, I’m a psycho