I guess you could it poetry But with me it started out just words just words They started looking like pieces so I started Connecting them to other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases By this time I was an so I just started to see these pictures, these 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 think we would come to in my dreams
I'm a psychopath, I'm keepin' it plain murder is somethin' I've been about Ever since I was a little kid, 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 of this thought, sick tot To my enemy in a rush I'm havin' of leavin' behind my dreams With anything less a full bank It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in of a gun I'm myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank The hood is over my eyes but the ain't Yeah, got the mentality of bein' a wizard Every award show, we don't even get How do you somethin' that's so lyrical To a kid that know what was hittin' if it hit him? Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' Detroit We put the world onto it so how you say "fuck me" You might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had already been grindin' since '97, that's 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 sporadic I (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 preacher With a street sweeper full of heat In Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers I don't heaters, I got the meat cleaver to the slaughterhouse Niggas try to tell me I too much S to the laugh to the T-E-R Ho, U-S-E, now go to you fucks, word Making work disappear quick as Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker 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? Fuck yes with the goon I moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street Crooked going Michael on Thriller I'm a psychopath, I'm a
You ain't see a mothafucka get realer (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 in the air, breathe it in the night Sayin' I'm a Did you ever think we come to find? Maybe in my
The thought of Is me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you I'm hopin' to up your opening Oh but I know I meet a lot of requirements First I accept you in the lobby and the isle and You've probably been with all the slaughter and I am in No to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin no strings attached I'm the product of a hostile environment But brought up so brought up inspired But I don't know why, it's like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically And like stars have aligned all in alliance of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talkin', the twine like a talkin' and buyin' But I keep walkin' the line the wrong and the right But everything I write wrong and it's like I'm ecstatic at all the static I can still cause In the fabric of our modern Now are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans the pope's mad again Probably shouldn't have ran up in the with that mannequin Singin' "Bagpipes Baghdad" again In my dad's drag a faggot in, a glad bag be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like that again You I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again? I've my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line Forgive me father, for I have But hip hop has left me brainwashed a violent streak Defiant, now the odds of me to fuckin' be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as as the Jolly Green Giant After he's fallen in pollen next to a 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 well hit the block in your joggin' attire in Boston, across the marathon finish and I Put thoughts against mine Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse Dzhokhar's And I a bomb, pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking army knife A saber that's Darth Vader with at a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a night with 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 fuck 'em all I'm just ridin Like I'm locked up a shot of Bonnie 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 ever see a mothafucka get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause ain't iller Knowing nobody for (A psychopath, I'm a killer)