American Psycho II D12 (Ft. B-Real)
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[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, homie
I thought we told you, we been fuckin' loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!
[Chorus: 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
[Interlude: Bizarre]
Fuckin' crazy, we'll fuckin' snap in a minute, bitch
[Verse 1: Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum 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 niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck 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 fuckin' magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
Yeah, homie
I thought we told you, we been fuckin' loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!
[Chorus: 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
[Interlude: Bizarre]
Fuckin' crazy, we'll fuckin' snap in a minute, bitch
[Verse 1: Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum 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 niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck 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 fuckin' magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
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