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D 12 - American Psycho 2 Feat B Real Lyrics

American psycho 2 (feat. b-real) Song Lyrics
American psycho 2 (feat. b-real) by D-12 Chorus-B Real

I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
that I'm a pyscho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
cause I'm a pyscho

(swift)
I'm a motherf**kin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a nigga open,
killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come
smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
you niggas close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could f**k the culture up,
probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when
you spoken to, and I don't have to read a f**kin magazine or quoteable, to notice
what you hoes'll do

(kuniva)
we all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
and 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 hell 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 wit a gun and
your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady b**ch
you can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week

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(Bizzare)
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
in Buttf**k Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,
except he spit in my face and f**ked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old
and joined a f**king gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the f**king pain
am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can f**king
blow, I get colder than december, black the f**k out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
the f**k out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the f**k out

(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**kin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
my man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin 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,
gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new
Tower Records, I'm bout 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 of p**s and go shatter his f**kin lips wit it

(chorus)