Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopath Killer

I guess you consider it poetry
But me it started out with just words just words
started looking like puzzle pieces so I started
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to blank canvases
By this I was an artist so
I just started to see pictures, these real visuals
I'm a psychopath, I'm a

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a
I'm a psychopath, I'm a
A psychopath, I'm a
A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, it in the night
Sayin' I'm a
Did you ever think we would to find?
in my dreams

I'm a psychopath, I'm never it plain
Lyrical murder is somethin' been about
since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
Drew a picture of my teacher, in his head, ruler in his ass
With a toilet in of him, throwin' up, pissed off
Prolly symbolic of this thought, tot
To my inner in a rush
I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' my dreams
With anything less a full bank
It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm in front of a gun
I'm puttin' myself in the way of a to pull rank
The hood is over my but the wool ain't
Yeah, got the of bein' with a wizard
award show, we don't even get considered
How do you sell somethin' that's so
To a kid that know what was hittin' if it hit him?
Now I wanna talk about niggas from Detroit
Beef on me and who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit
We put the world onto it so how you say "fuck me"
You just might jinx yourself, whoop, your gon' do it
Cause I was in 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
I had already grindin' since '97, that's longevity
And if you think you're lyrically better, you be a killer

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever see a mothafucka get
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' on anybody sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
ain't nobody iller
Knowing nobody for
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, ringleader
I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street
With a street sweeper full of heat
In your Jeep speakers I'mma ringers
I don't need heaters, I got the meat
to the slaughterhouse
Niggas try to tell me I too much
S to the laugh to the T-E-R
Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks,
Making disappear quick as magic
Abracadabra, the blacker than Africa
Can you imagine a nigga bread for the blood?
Money Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question
Am I the best with the
Fuck yes with the talk
I just moonwalk all over the beat I'm lightin' up the street
Crooked Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a

You ever see a mothafucka get realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Cause ain't nobody
Knowing for realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, it in the night
I'm a killer
Did you ever think we would to find?
Maybe in my

The thought of
Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire a soldering iron
What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you
I'm hopin' to up your opening
Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of
First I gotta accept you in the and the isle and
You've probably already been with all the and I am in
No to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin
With no attached
I'm just the product of a hostile
But bein' brought up so brought up
But I don't know why, it's still like I'm up inside a whirlpool
Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I rhyme
And it's like stars aligned all in alliance
of a lion, balls of Goliath
Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and
But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the
But everything I write seems wrong and like
I'm ecstatic at all the static I can still cause
In the fabric of our society
Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped to my old antics and shenanigans
Dammit the pope's mad
Probably shouldn't have ran up in the with that mannequin
"Bagpipes from Baghdad" again
In my dad's drag a faggot in, a glad bag
Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like again
You thought I was lyin' when I I think that I'm crossin' the line again?
I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've of another fucking line
me father, for I have sinned
But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent
Defiant, now the odds of me to fuckin' be quiet
Probably gotta be as high as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to by it
So don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or it
You're not gonna, might as well just hit the in your joggin' attire in
Boston, across the finish line and I
Put your thoughts against
the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar's
And I a bomb, pliers and barbed wire
Your bars are like Barney with a fucking swiss army knife
A saber that's Vader with arthritis at a bar fight
With the Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not lie
I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the to end
fuck 'em all I'm just ridin
Like I'm locked up inside a of Bonnie and Clyde called
Uncle is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door
Fuck up an and park in the dining room

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever see a mothafucka get
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on anybody I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Cause ain't nobody
Knowing nobody for
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)