American Psycho - D12

I’m the devil, if ever there was such a thing

The results of much too many drugs what you’re seeing

I’m a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting

I’m (what) a human mutt, fuck a being

I’m a dog, fuck lambs, I’m silencing 'em all

I’m involved in murders forensic science couldn’t solve

Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers

Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor

Each thought’s completely warped

I’m like a walking, talking Ouija board

Speaking in tongues, I’ve never spoke this speech before

Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf

Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em

'Til you scared to stare into any mirrors when you near 'em?

Well if so, get ready for some shit yo

«Is this some kind of sick joke?»

Shit no, motherfucking schizo

So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes

Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes

Just goes to shizzow you dizzon’t fizzuck with

So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp

So lock your doors, drop to the floors

Get your shotguns drawn, here comes another Clockwork Orange

Look at Bizarre, you really think he’s right in his mind?

What the fuck you think’s goin' through it when he’s writin' his rhyme?

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You’ll feel his pain in his violent screams

It’s Friday night, I’m at a rave again

Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)

My girlfriend’s a crackhead whore

She’ll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor

And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I’m takin these)

Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won’t cheat

Run the street and suck another nigga’s meat?

My son’s sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it’s me)

I told him he wasn’t mine, slammed the door in his face

And I ain’t got no food, my job I’ve been cheated

My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)

My dick is burning, it ain’t cause of disease

Because I’m jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)

I’m living in Waco, Texas, me and my girl

Fuck David Koresh, I’m starting my own world

It’s called Bizarre Cemetery, it’s scary

Eating a virgin’s cherry;

they’re all gonna laugh at you, Carrie!

Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You’ll feel his pain in his violent screams

I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed

The Lord rehearsed my birth, I’m the worst breed

Of nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm’s

Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago’s pythons so

«Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer»

Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller

Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack’s «Thriller»

Rifle slash knife faggot that’s your «Cop Killer»

As a yung’un, I was beat where I was living (aight)

Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women’s prison

I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum

Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin

Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop’s feelings

To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children

I’m vulgaric, you Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace

So you can have somethin' to stare at

Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams