Psychopath Killer

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] (Killer) I guess you can consider it poetry But with me it started out with just words, just words, words (Killer) They started looking like puzzle pieces So I started connecting them to each other 'Til they started to resemble blank canvases (Killer) By this time I was an artist So I just started to see these pictures These real visuals (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) [Chorus: Yelawolf] I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer, killer, killer, killer, killer A psychopath, I'm a killer, killer, killer, killer, killer A psychopath, I'm a killer, killer, killer, killer, killer A psychopath, I'm a killer [Post-Chorus: Daniel Daley] Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night Staring at the full moon (Killer, killer, killer, killer) Did you ever think you would come to find? (Killer, killer, killer, killer) Maybe in my dreams (A psychopath, I'm a killer) [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in class Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick taught 'Til my inner enemy interrupts I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams With anything less than a full bank It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard Every award show, we don't even get considered How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical To a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him? (Hit him, hit him) Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit Before me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit? We put the world onto it so watch how you say "fuck me" You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it 'Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer [Chorus: Yelawolf] (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) [Verse 2: KXNG CROOKED] This elite drinker is the ringleader I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher With a street sweeper full of heat seekers In your Jeep speakers I'ma keep ringers I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver Welcome to the slaughterhouse Niggas try to tell me I spell too much Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word Making work disappear quick as magic Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood? Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question Am I the best with the flexing? Fuck, yes, with the goon talk I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller [Chorus: Yelawolf] (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) [Post-Chorus: Daniel Daley] Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night Staring at the full moon (Killer, killer, killer, killer) Did you ever think you would come to find? (Killer, killer, killer, killer) Maybe in my dreams (A psychopath, I'm a killer) [Verse 3: Eminem] The thought of retiring Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and What up ma, I'm applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'? I'm hopin' to fill up your openin' Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements First I gotta accept you're in a lobby in Ireland And you've probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am In no mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin With no strings attached I'm just the product of a hostile environment But bein' brought up so wrought up inspired But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talk intertwined like a beanstalk and a vine But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and it's like I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause In the fabric of our modern society Now Catholics are panicking 'cause I snapped back To my old antics and shenanigans, dammit, the Pope's mad again Probably shouldn't've ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again In my dad's drag, draggin' a faggot in a GLAAD bag Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again I've lost my mind, caution, oh God, I think I just thought of another fucking line Forgive me father, for I have sinned But hip-hop has left me brainwashed with a violent... streak Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin' to sneak by it While his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in Boston, across the marathon finish line than to Put your thoughts against mine 'Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life Worse than Dzhokhar Tsarnaev with bombs, pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife A saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end Like fuck 'em all, I'm just ridin' Like I'm locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car Uncle Ronnie was driving, 'bout to burst through the side door Of Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room [Chorus: Yelawolf] (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) (Killer) (Killer)