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american psycho
[Eminem] I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before . Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme? [Chorus: Eminem] You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams [Bizarre] It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey [Chorus] [Kon Artis] I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's got more power than (?) Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace so you can have somethin to stare at.