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letra de psycho - 50 cent


(feat. eminem)

[50 cent]
i can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
i can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared [x2]

you see, i’m a psycho, a sicko, i’m crazy
i see, i got my knife boy, i kill you, you make me
they wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
i’ll come back bigger, stronger and angry

[50 cent]
look look, i come from a different crew, you f-ck with me, i’ll get to you
a clip or two’ll cripple you, just ’cause i ain’t got sh-t to do
pistol pop, a p-ssy drop, drama never ever stop
eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44
pick a strap to take the mag. the hawk i’ll stab it in your back
i’ll blow your brains, i know your name
and where you rest, i’ll make a mess
the holla tips’ll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to ems
come pick you up, you know you f-cked
when you get on a stretcher
’cause i’ll come in ta icu, to see you off to heaven
the system i done been through. if there’s nothing you did to me
they locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies
the criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?
they come on get a 9, n-gg- me grind to perfection
it’s murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
but they can’t find a fingerprint this sh-t’s going terrific
he’s so close to your target that it’s really hard to miss it


man these are average raps, i’m keepin the savage batch hidden
the can of whoop -ss with the shady aftermath lid
you pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid
beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid
attack a sn-tch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in
impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with mac 10s
triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
dead fetuses fallin out all over, jack is back again
the rippers at your service, girl i can see that your nervous
but i barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends
that i buried in my f-ckin backyard. still trying to dig their way out
i foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
it’s past your curfew when its dark, i’m searchin for you in the park
shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
he met his quota for the month. they found dakota all rolled up
inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
disappeared without a trace, no dna, no not a drop
cause me and dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
csi they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
the drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.


i’m as ill as can be
my appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,
killing so villainously,
still as maniacal on the nyquil and psycho as michael myers,
you know what we’re like on the m-th-f-cking mic so try us
and you’re gonna find out what the f-ck we’re like with pliers.

[50 cent]
it’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires,
queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
he must say no, but now he know how shady the math is,
even murderous tactics, get better with practice,
lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
truly ours julia, you better learn learn.

chris reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,
i’m debating, mutilating the lady,
you’ve been waiting for shady
and fif. ain’t no duplicating it baby,
there’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso in the washer,
i think it might even belong to portia when i tossed her,
arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, i lost her,
her head is in the disposal with jessica’s i squashed her,
and put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.

[50 cent]
when i’m through with ricky it’ll be blood that’ll cough up
a hard rock, a soft f-ck
get caught up and get washed up,
in detroit or northfolk,
when it’s disrupt and nauseas,
look deep in my eyes, see many many men die,
i swing gym stars faster than samurai.


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