American Psycho II (Explicit)

American Psycho II (Explicit) - D12/B-Real

I'm a little bit off the chain call me insane but the fact remains

That I'm a psycho

Better get it through your brain when you say my name never say it in vain

Cause I'm a psycho

I'm a motherf**kin 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 who

Was focused on his pokin they nose in our business hopin that I don't come

Smoke 'em No one knows my notions or emotions

I'm a vulture Close to croakin any moment

And I know when I could f**k the culture up

Probably rap a maniac wit anxiety attacks

I don't wanna chat speak when You spoken to

And I don't have to read a f**kin magazine or quoteable

To notice What you hoes'll do

We all soldiers we move as a unit we all roll up

Show up at your residence

And light your front door up get scared

Life ain't fair and I'm prepared to blast you

Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah so watch what you say

Cause it can happen

Either today or the next minute

I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead

Serious you could be dead period end of story

I'm on your porch wit a gun and

Your 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 b**ch

You can read it and weep

You see my poster in the hood for the G of the week

I'm a little bit off the chain call me insane but the fact remains

That I'm a psycho

Better get it through your brain when you say my name

Never say it in vain

Cause I'm a psycho

They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me

I'll be under a tree

In Buttf**k Tennessee

And I don't know too much about my daddy

Except he spit in my face and f**ked 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 f**king gang

Hair under my a** cheeks feeling the f**king pain

Am I insane who really knows

Any second my temper can f**king

Blow I get colder than december black the f**k out

Tomorrow won't even remember

See Bizzare can show what violence is all about

And this Dr Dre beat done brought it

The f**k out run in your house and put it in your mouth

And blow your brains the f**k out

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 f**kin 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 up

Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up

I feel like I'm about to snap and 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 sh*t to Xzibit and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit piss

And go shatter his f**kin lips wit it

I'm a little bit off the chain call me insane but the fact remains

That I'm a psycho

Better get it through your brain when you say my name

Never say it in vain

Cause I'm a psycho