Luyện nghe bài hát Psychopath Killer

I guess you could it poetry
But with me it started out with words just words
They started looking like puzzle pieces so I
Connecting them to each other 'til started to resemble blank canvases
By this I was an artist so
I just to see these 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
I'm a killer
Did you ever we would come to find?
in my dreams

I'm a psychopath, I'm never it plain
Lyrical murder is somethin' been about
Ever I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
Drew a of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
With a in front 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 than a full
It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm in front of a gun
I'm myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank
The hood is my eyes but the wool ain't
Yeah, got the of bein' with a wizard
Every show, we don't even get considered
How do you sell somethin' that's so
To a kid that wouldn't know what was if it hit him?
Now I wanna talk about these niggas Detroit
on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit
We put the onto it so watch how you say "fuck me"
You might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it
Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the time
I had already been grindin' '97, that's longevity
And if you you're lyrically 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' on anybody sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
ain't nobody iller
Knowing for realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, mister
I'm a thinker, I'm a street preacher
With a street sweeper full of seekers
In your Jeep I'mma keep ringers
I don't need heaters, I got the meat
Welcome to the
try to tell me I spell too much
Capital S to the laugh to the
Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks,
work disappear quick as magic
Abracadabra, the blacker than Africa
Can you imagine a flipping bread for the blood?
Money Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question
Am I the with the flexing?
yes with the goon talk
I just moonwalk all over the then I'm lightin' up the street
Crooked Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a

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)
ain't nobody iller
Knowing for realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

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

The thought of
Is me want 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 opening
Oh but I I gotta meet a lot of requirements
First I gotta you in the lobby and the isle and
You've already been with all the slaughter and I am in
No mood to be playin' second fiddle, on this violin
With no strings
I'm just the product of a hostile
But bein' brought up so brought up
But I don't know why, it's still I'm caught up inside a whirlpool
Not an appliance, but this science, I psychotically rhyme
And it's stars have aligned all in alliance
Heart of a lion, of Goliath
Obscene talkin', the twine like a talkin' and buyin'
But I keep walkin' the between the wrong and the right
But everything I seems wrong and it's like
I'm ecstatic at all the that I can still cause
In the of our modern society
Now Catholics are panicking cause I back to my old antics and shenanigans
the pope's mad again
Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that
Singin' "Bagpipes Baghdad" again
In my dad's 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 think that I'm crossin' the again?
I've lost my mind, oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line
me father, for I have sinned
But hip hop has left me with a violent streak
Defiant, now the odds of me to fuckin' be quiet
Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green
After he's fallen in next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak 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 just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
Boston, across the marathon line 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 bars are Barney Fife with a fucking swiss army knife
A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar
With the Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
I'm when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie
I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a 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 and Clyde called
Uncle Ronnie is driving, to burst in through the side door
up an asylum and park in the dining room

(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)
ain't nobody iller
Knowing for realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)