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letra de american psycho 2 - d12

[chorus – b-real]
i’m a little bit off the chain, you can 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

[verse 1 – swift]
i’m a motherf-ckin omen, i bow down to no man, i’ll split a —– open,
killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scr-t-m big as boulders,
i’ll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that i don’t come
smoke ’em, no one knows my notions or emotions,i’m a vulture,
close to croakin any moment, and i know when, i could f-ck the culture up,
probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, i don’t wanna chat, speak when
you spoken to, and i don’t have to read a f-ckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
what you hoes’ll do

[verse 2 – kuniva]
we all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
and 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 h-ll 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 wit a gun and
your son sippin a forty, no one can hold me, i does it all by my lonely,
stomp your head while you awake, you’ll be looking like gumby, aftermath and shady b-tch
you can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the g of the week

[chorus]

[verse 3 – bizzare]
they found saddam, but they ain’t gonna find me, i’ll be under a tree,
in b-ttf-ck tennessee, and i don’t know too much about my daddy,
except he spit in my face and f-cked me in my f-nny, i ain’t a racist
i just hate whites, f-gs and dyk-s, blacks and transvest-tes, 13 years old
and joined a f-cking gang, hair under my -ss cheeks feeling the f-cking pain
am i insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can f-cking
blow, i get colder than december, black the f-ck out, tomorrow won’t even remember
see bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this dr. dre beat done brought it
the f-ck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the f-ck 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 f-ckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
my man d’ angelo baily,but i just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin 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,
gives me two hours and 6 days and i’m still up, i feel like i’m about to snap and minute, there’s a new
tower records, i’m bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new cypress hill up, and go find who did
that sh-t to xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit p-ss and go shatter his f-ckin lips wit it

[chorus]

- d12

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