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Psychopath Killer
  • Ce titre est extrait de l'album : Shady XV
  • Année de sortie : 2014
  • Label : Universal
[Intro, Royce da 5'9" and Yelawolf]
I guess you could consider it poetry, but with me it started out with just words, just words. They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started connecting them to each other til they started to ... on blank canvases. By this time I was an artist so I just started to see these pictures, these real visuals, psychopathical killer
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
A psychopath, I'm a killer
A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night
Saying I'm a killer
Did you ever think we would come to find?
Maybe in my dreams

[Verse 1, Royce da 5'9"]
I'm a psychopath, I'm never keeping it plain
Lyrical murder is something I've been about
Ever since I was a little kid, doodling in the class
Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
With a toilet in front of him, throwing up, pissed off
Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot
To my inner enemy in a rush
I'm having nightmares of leaving behind my dreams
With anything less than a full bank
It's like I'm General Hong, I'm standing in front of a gun
I'm putting myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank
The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't
Got the mentality of being with a wizard
Every award show, we don't even get considered
How do you sell something that's so lyrical
To a kid that wouldn't know what was hitting if it hit him?
Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
Beef on me and Shady who was thinking bout Detroit
We put the world onto it so watch how you say "fuck me"
You might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon do it
Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
I had already been grinding since 97, that's longevity
And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer

[Hook, Yelawolf]
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever see a mothafucka get real
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Going automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)
Cause ain't nobody iller
Knowing nobody for realer
(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, mister ringleader
I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher
With a street sweeper full of heat seekers
In your Jeep speakers I'ma keep ringers
I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
Niggas try to tell me I spell too much
Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R
Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word
Making work disappear quick as magic
Abracadabra, the traffic blacker than Africa
Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?
Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question
Am I the best with the flexing?
Fuck yes with the goon talk
I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lighting up the street
CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer



[Verse 3, Eminem]
The thought of Retiring
Is making me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron
What up mom, applying for the rim job, are you hirin'?
I'm hoping to fill up your opening
Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements
First I gotta
And you've probably already been with all the Slaughter and iron men
No mood to be playing second fiddle, slob on this violin with no strings attached
I'm just the product of a hostile environment
But being brought up so brought up inspired
But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool
Not an appliance, but applying this science, I psychotically rhyme
And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance
Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath
Obscene talking, the twine like a bean's talking and buyin
But I keep walking the line between the wrong and the right
But everything I write seems wrong and it's like
I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause
In the fabric of our modern society

Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans
Dammit the pope's mad again
Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin
Singing "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again
In my dad's drag dragging a faggot in, a glad bag
Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like that again
You thought I was lying when I said I think that I'm crossing the line again?
I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line
Forgive me father, for I have sinned

But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent
Street, defiant, now the odds of me trying to fucking be quiet
Probably gotta be bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony trying to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I leave Iraq
I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it
You're not, might as well just hit the block in your jogging attire in
Boston, across the marathon finish line and I
Put your thoughts against mine

Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than
And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire
Your bars are like Barney fighting with a fucking swiss army knife
A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight
With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie
Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end
Like fuck em all and just ride
Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called
Uncle Ronnie is driving, bout to burst in through the side door
Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining room

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