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d12 - american psycho ii lyrics

[intro: b-real]
yeah, homie
i thought we told we been f-cking loco
cypress hill, d12, b-tch!

[hook: b-real]
i’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
but the fact remains that i’m a psycho
better get it through your brain
when you say my name
never say it in vain ’cause i’m a psycho

[verse 1: swift]
i’m a motherf-cking omen, i bow down to no man
split a n-gga open, k!lling folks compulsive
a soldier with a motive, scr-t-m big as boulders
i hold ’em then unload on you, put it on a poster
so everyone can notice who was focused on us poking
they nose in our business, hoping that i don’t come smoke ’em
no one knows my notions or emotions, i’m a vulture
you n-ggas close to croaking any moment and i know when
i could f-ck the culture up, probably rap
a maniac with anxiety attacks, i don’t wanna chat
speak when you spoken to
and i don’t have to read a f-cking magazine or quotable
to notice what you hoes will do

[verse 2: kuniva]
we all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
and show up at your residence, light your front door up
get scared, life ain’t fair
and i’m prepared to blast you just as fast as dre can say “h-ll yeah!”
so watch what you say ’cause it can happen either today or the next minute
i can draw the heater and spray and i’m dead serious
you could be dead period, end of story
i’m on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
n0body can hold me, i does it all by my lonely
i stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like gumby
aftermath and shady, b-tch, you can read it and weep
you see my poster in the ‘hood for “the g of the week”

[verse 3: bizarre]
they found saddam, but they ain’t gon’ find me
i’ll be under a tree in b-ttf-ck, tennessee
and i don’t know too much about my daddy
except he spit in my face and f-cked me in my f-nny
i ain’t a racist, i just hate whites
f-gs and dyk-s, blacks and transvest-tes
thirteen years old and joined a f-cking gang
hair under my -ss cheeks feeling the f-cking pain
am i insane? who really knows?
’cause any second my temper can f-cking blow
i get colder than december
black the f-ck out, tomorrow won’t even remember
see bizarre can show you what violence is all about
and this dr. dre beat done brought it the f-ck out
run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
and blow your brains the f-ck out!

[verse 4: eminem]
i probably got a screw loose or two
or maybe three or four of ’em
some fell out and hit the floor
all i know is ever since my f-cking head hit the snowbank
i been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man d’angelo bailey
but i just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma’s
trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the phillips
or just go to the home depot and pick the new power drill up
it’s been two hours and six days and i’m still up
i feel like i’m about to snap any minute
there’s a new tower records about to stop and get a fill-up
pick the new cypress hill up
and go find who did that sh-t to xzibit
and go fill up a whole liquor bottle with p-ss
and shatter his f-cking lips with it

[outro: kuniva]
karnail pitts a.k.a. bugz
rest in peace, homie

- d12 lyrics

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