[Intro: Eminem]
A-houw!
A-houw!
A-houw!
[Verse 1: Eminem & Bizarre]
I'm the Devil, if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs is what you're seeing
I'm a mindfuck, completely disgu-uh-uh-sting (Chk-chk)
(I'm what?) A human mutt, fuck a being
I'm a dog, fuck lambs, I'm silencing '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 walking, talking Ouija board
Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
Hem-de-lay-la, eni-nich-me-nough-mi-niche-mick-norf
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em?
'Til you scared to stare into any mirrors when you're near 'em?
Well, if so, get ready for some shit, yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit, no, motherfucking schizo
So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes
Fist-first with scissors 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? (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
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 (A-houw!)
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain in his silent screams
You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain in his violent screams
(A-houw!)
[Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem]
It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson ("Hey, hop on")
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore, she'll come to your door
And 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? (Beat)
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? (Dumb whore! Ow, ow!)
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 ("I'm—")
And I ain't got no food, my job, I've been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage, I had to eat it (I'm sorry, oh)
My dick is burning, it ain't 'cause of disease
Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (Ah, ah, ah)
I'm living in Waco, Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world
It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary
Eating a virgin's cherry; they're all gonna laugh at you, Carrie! (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
[Chorus: Eminem & Bizarre]
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain in his silent screams (You 'bout to)
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain in his violent screams
(A-houw!)
[Verse 3: Kon Artis, Eminem & both]
I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
Of nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
Got more power than five of Ivan Drago's pythons
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" (Agh)
As a youngin, I was beat where I was living (Aight)
Cross-dressed, just to get thrown in the women's prison ("You're not...")
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed, 'caused the stress that caused the Ritalin (Ha)
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're Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace
So you can have somethin' to stare at (A-houw!)
[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain in his silent screams (You 'bout to)
Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain in his silent screams
(A-houw!)
[Outro: Bizarre & Eminem]
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Aye, what the fuck
You crazy motherfucker (A-houw!)
Ha, you're crazy
(A-houw!)
(A-houw!)
(A-houw!)
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