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Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the I'm a killer Did you ever think we would come to Maybe in my
I'm a psychopath, I'm never it plain murder is somethin' I've been about Ever since I was a little kid, in the class Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, in his ass With a toilet in front of him, up, pissed off Prolly of this thought, sick tot To my inner enemy in a I'm nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams With less than a full bank It's like I'm Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull The hood is over my eyes but the wool Yeah, got the mentality of bein' a wizard Every award show, we don't even get How do you sell somethin' so lyrical To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit Now I wanna talk these niggas from Detroit Beef on me and Shady who was 'bout Detroit We put the world onto it so how you say "fuck me" You just might jinx yourself, whoop, girl gon' do it Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the time I had already been since '97, that's longevity And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a
(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)
It's an drinker, mister ringleader I'm a thinker, I'm a street preacher With a street sweeper of heat seekers In your speakers I'mma keep ringers I don't need heaters, I got the meat to the slaughterhouse Niggas try to tell me I 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 than Africa Can you a nigga flipping bread for the blood? Money Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question Am I the best the flexing? Fuck yes with the talk 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 ain't ever see a mothafucka get (A psychopath, I'm a killer) automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause ain't nobody 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 think we come to find? Maybe in my
The of retiring 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 fill up opening Oh but I know I gotta 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 to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin With no attached I'm just the product of a hostile But brought up so brought up inspired But I don't why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically And it's stars have aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion, balls of Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and But I keep walkin' the between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and it's I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can cause In the of our modern society Now Catholics are panicking cause I back to my old antics and shenanigans Dammit the pope's mad Probably have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" In my dad's draggin' a faggot in, a glad bag Won't be the last 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, caution oh God I think thought of another fucking line me father, for I have sinned But hip hop has left me brainwashed a violent streak Defiant, now the of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Giant After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony to sneak by it So please don't me while I revive rap I'ma up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your attire in Boston, across the marathon finish and I Put your thoughts mine the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar's And I have a bomb, and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking army knife A saber that's Darth with arthritis at a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a dark night his arms tied up I'm when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie I like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end Like 'em all I'm just ridin Like I'm locked up a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to in through the side door up an asylum and park in the dining room
(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) ain't nobody iller Knowing for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer)