I guess you could consider it But with me it started out just words just words They started looking like puzzle pieces so I Connecting them to other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases By time I was an artist so I just started to see these pictures, real visuals I'm a psychopath, I'm a
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it in the air, breathe it in the night Sayin' I'm a Did you think we would come to find? Maybe in my
I'm a psychopath, I'm keepin' it plain Lyrical murder is I've been about Ever since I was a little kid, in the class a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass With a toilet in front of him, up, pissed off symbolic of this thought, sick tot To my inner enemy in a I'm havin' of leavin' behind my dreams With anything than a full bank like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to rank The hood is over my but the wool ain't Yeah, got the of bein' with a wizard Every award show, we don't even get How do you sell somethin' so lyrical To a kid that know what was hittin' if it hit him? Now I wanna about these 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 girl do it Cause I was in 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had already been grindin' since '97, longevity And if you think you're better, you better be a killer
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) You ain't ever see a get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Goin' automatic on anybody I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause nobody iller nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
It's an elite drinker, ringleader I'm a deep thinker, I'm a preacher With a street sweeper full of seekers In your Jeep speakers I'mma ringers I don't heaters, I got the meat cleaver Welcome to the Niggas try to me I spell too much S to the laugh to the T-E-R Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, Making work quick as magic Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Can you a nigga flipping bread for the blood? Money Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question Am I the with the flexing? Fuck yes with the goon I just moonwalk all the beat then I'm lightin' up the street Crooked going Jackson on Thriller I'm a psychopath, I'm a
You ain't ever see a get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause nobody iller Knowing for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Feelin' it in the air, it in the night I'm a killer Did you think we would come to find? Maybe in my
The of retiring Is makin' me to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron What up mom, for the rim job, are you hirin'? I'm hopin' to fill up your Oh but I know I gotta a lot of requirements First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the and probably already been with all the slaughter and I am in No mood to be playin' second fiddle, 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' science, I psychotically rhyme And it's like have aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion, of Goliath Obscene talkin', the like a bean's talkin' and buyin' But I walkin' the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and like I'm ecstatic at all the that I can still cause In the of our modern society Now Catholics are cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans the pope's mad again Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican that mannequin Singin' "Bagpipes 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 that You I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again? I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another line Forgive me father, for I have But hip hop has left me with a violent streak Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee colony tryin' to sneak by it So please don't me while I revive rap start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it You're not gonna, might as just hit the block in your joggin' attire in Boston, across the marathon finish and I Put thoughts against mine Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed Your are like Barney Fife with a fucking swiss army knife A saber that's Darth Vader with at a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a 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 hard for the rhyme to end Like fuck 'em all I'm just I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to in through the side door Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) You ever see a mothafucka get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Goin' automatic on anybody I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause ain't iller nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer)