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it in the air, breathe it in the night Sayin' I'm a Did you ever we would come to find? Maybe in my
I'm a psychopath, I'm keepin' it plain Lyrical murder is somethin' I've about Ever since I was a little kid, in the class Drew a picture of my teacher, in his head, ruler in his ass With a in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off Prolly of this thought, sick tot To my inner in a rush I'm havin' of leavin' 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 bullet to pull The hood is over my eyes but the ain't Yeah, got the mentality of with a wizard Every award show, we don't 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 from on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit We put the world it so watch how you say "fuck me" You might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it Cause I was in 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had been grindin' since '97, that's longevity And if you think lyrically better, you better be a killer
(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 nobody for (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
It's an elite drinker, mister I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street With a street sweeper of heat seekers In your Jeep speakers keep ringers I don't need heaters, I got the meat Welcome to the Niggas try to 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 trafficker blacker Africa Can you imagine a nigga bread for the blood? Money like Dracula, hand him spatula, ask me a question Am I the best the flexing? Fuck yes with the talk I just moonwalk all over the 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 sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause ain't nobody Knowing nobody for (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Feelin' it in the air, it in the night Sayin' I'm a Did you ever think we come to find? in my dreams
The thought of 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 up your opening Oh but I know I meet a lot of requirements First I gotta accept you in the 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 violin no strings attached I'm just the product of a hostile But bein' brought up so brought up 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 like stars have aligned all in of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talkin', the twine a bean's talkin' and buyin' But I keep the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and it's I'm ecstatic at all the that I can still cause In the fabric of our modern Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old and shenanigans Dammit the mad again Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with mannequin Singin' "Bagpipes Baghdad" again In my dad's drag draggin' a in, a glad bag Won't be the last time I a dramatic entrance, like that again You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line 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 streak Defiant, now the of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Green Giant he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it So please follow me while I revive rap start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it You're not gonna, might as well just hit the in your joggin' attire in Boston, across the marathon finish and I Put your thoughts against Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, than Dzhokhar's And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking army knife A that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight the Dark 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 for the rhyme to end Like fuck 'em all I'm just Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door Fuck up an asylum and park in the room
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) You ain't see a mothafucka 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)