I guess you could it poetry But with me it out with just words just words They started looking like pieces so I started Connecting them to each other 'til they started to blank canvases By this time I was an so I just started to see these pictures, these real 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, breathe it in the Sayin' I'm a Did you ever we would come to find? in my dreams
I'm a psychopath, I'm never it plain Lyrical is somethin' I've been about Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, in his ass With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, off Prolly symbolic of this thought, tot To my inner in a rush I'm havin' nightmares of behind my dreams With anything less 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 to pull rank The hood is over my eyes but the wool Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a Every award show, we even get considered How do you sell somethin' that's so To a kid that wouldn't 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 it so watch how you say "fuck me" You just jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had already grindin' since '97, that's 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 mothafucka get (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Goin' automatic on sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause nobody iller Knowing nobody for (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
It's an elite drinker, ringleader I'm a thinker, I'm a street preacher a street sweeper full of heat seekers In your Jeep speakers keep ringers I don't heaters, I got the meat cleaver Welcome to the try to tell me I spell too much Capital S to the to the T-E-R Ho, U-S-E, now go to you fucks, word Making work quick as magic Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker Africa Can you a nigga flipping bread for the blood? Money like Dracula, hand him spatula, ask me a question Am I the with the flexing? Fuck yes with the goon I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm up the street going 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 nobody for (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
it in the air, breathe it in the night Sayin' I'm a Did you think we would come to find? in my dreams
The of retiring Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering What up mom, for the rim job, are you hirin'? I'm hopin' to up your opening Oh but I know I meet a lot of requirements I gotta accept you in the lobby and the isle and You've probably already with all the slaughter and I am in No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this no strings attached I'm the product of a hostile environment But bein' up so brought up inspired But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a Not an appliance, but applyin' science, I psychotically rhyme And it's stars have aligned all in alliance of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's and buyin' But I keep the line between the wrong and the right But everything I seems wrong and it's like I'm ecstatic at all the static I can still cause In the fabric of our society Now Catholics are panicking cause I back to my old antics and shenanigans Dammit the pope's mad Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again In my drag draggin' a faggot in, a glad bag Won't be the time I make a dramatic entrance, like that again You thought I was lyin' when I said I that I'm crossin' the line again? I've lost my mind, oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line Forgive me father, for I sinned But hip hop has me brainwashed with a violent streak Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the 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 I'ma start up a rioting, try to it or silence it You're not gonna, might as well hit the block in your joggin' attire in Boston, across the finish line and I Put your against mine Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, than Dzhokhar's And I have a bomb, and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a swiss army knife A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar With the Dark Knight on a dark with his arms tied up I'm Dahmer-like I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie I perform like I'm die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end Like fuck 'em all I'm just Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in through the door Fuck up an asylum and 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 sporadic I (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause ain't nobody nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer)