American Psycho II

[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

[Verse 2: Kuniva]

We're all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up

And show up at your residence, 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 with a gun and your son, sipping a forty

Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely

I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby

Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep

You see my poster in the 'hood for "The G of the Week"

[Chorus: B-Real, Kuniva]

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane

But the fact remains that I'm a psycho

You know what? I am crazy, huh, as hell

Better get it through your brain

When you say my name

Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho

Nigga, I'm about to snap in any minute nigga, evacuate

[Verse 3: Bizarre]

They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me

I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee

And I don't know too much about my daddy

Except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny

I ain't a racist, I just hate whites

Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites

Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang

Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain

Am I insane? Who really knows?

'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow

I get colder than December

Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember

See, Bizarre can show you what violence is all about

And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out

Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth

And blow your brains the fuck out

[Verse 4: 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 fuckin' head hit the snowbank

I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey

But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's

Trying 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

It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up

I feel like I'm about to snap any minute

There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up

Pick the new Cypress Hill up

And go find who did that shit to Xzibit

And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss

And shatter his fucking lips with it

[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

[Outro: Kuniva]

Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz

Rest in peace, homie