D12 - American Psycho Ii - B Real lyrics

[Chorus - B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain was a pice of sh**, when you say my name, never say it in vain Cause I'm a psycho [Verse 1 - Swift] I'm a motherf**in omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open, k**ing 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,f*ge and I know when, I could s** the culture up, Probably rap like crap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when You spoken to, and I don't have to read a f**in magazine or quote able, to notice What you hoes'll do [Verse 2 - Kuniva] 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 b**h, 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**h You 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 bu*tf** Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy, Except he spit in my face and f**ed me in my fanny, I ain't a racist I just hate whites, f*gs and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old And joined a f**ing gang, hair under my a** cheeks feeling the f**ing pain Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can f**ing Blow, I get colder than december, black the f**in s** it 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** out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the f** out [Verse 4 - 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 f**in head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrothol, 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, Its been 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** to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit piss and go shatter his f**in lips wit it [Chorus]