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letra de american psycho ii - b real - d12

[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

[verse 1 – swift]
i’m a motherf-cking omen, i bow down to no man
i’ll split a n-gg- open, killing folks compulsive
a soldier with a motive, scr-t-m big as boulders
i’ll hold it then unload on you, put it on a poster
so everyone can notice who was focused on this 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
you n-gg-s close to croakin’ any moment and i know when
i could f-ck 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 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,
and 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 on 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 the 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 on 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 cold in 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 a gun 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 neanderthal, no thanks to my man d’ angelo baily
but i just take it slow daily, my biggest deliverance
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
it’s been two hours and 6 days and i’m still up
i feel like i’m about to snap any 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 with p-ss
and go shatter his f-ckin lips with it

[chorus]

- d12

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