Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Psycho, artist - D12. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
American Psycho |
| I’m the devil, if ever there was such a thing |
| The results of much too many drugs what you’re seeing |
| I’m a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting |
| I’m (what) a human mutt, fuck a being |
| I’m a dog, fuck lambs, I’m silencing 'em all |
| I’m involved in murders forensic science couldn’t solve |
| Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers |
| Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor |
| Each thought’s completely warped |
| I’m like a walking, talking Ouija board |
| Speaking in tongues, I’ve never spoke this speech before |
| Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf |
| Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em |
| 'Til you scared to stare into any mirrors when you near 'em? |
| Well if so, get ready for some shit yo |
| «Is this some kind of sick joke?» |
| Shit no, motherfucking schizo |
| So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes |
| Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes |
| Just goes to shizzow you dizzon’t fizzuck with |
| So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp |
| So lock your doors, drop to the floors |
| Get your shotguns drawn, here comes another Clockwork Orange |
| Look at Bizarre, you really think he’s right in his mind? |
| What the fuck you think’s goin' through it when he’s writin' his rhyme? |
| You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer |
| Blood spiller, mentality much iller |
| Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams |
| You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams |
| You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer |
| Blood spiller, mentality much iller |
| Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams |
| You’ll feel his pain in his violent screams |
| It’s Friday night, I’m at a rave again |
| Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) |
| My girlfriend’s a crackhead whore |
| She’ll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor |
| And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I’m takin these) |
| Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won’t cheat |
| Run the street and suck another nigga’s meat? |
| My son’s sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it’s me) |
| I told him he wasn’t mine, slammed the door in his face |
| And I ain’t got no food, my job I’ve been cheated |
| My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) |
| My dick is burning, it ain’t cause of disease |
| Because I’m jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) |
| I’m living in Waco, Texas, me and my girl |
| Fuck David Koresh, I’m starting my own world |
| It’s called Bizarre Cemetery, it’s scary |
| Eating a virgin’s cherry; |
| they’re all gonna laugh at you, Carrie! |
| Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer |
| Blood spiller, mentality much iller |
| Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams |
| You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams |
| You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer |
| Blood spiller, mentality much iller |
| Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams |
| You’ll feel his pain in his violent screams |
| I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed |
| The Lord rehearsed my birth, I’m the worst breed |
| Of nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm’s |
| Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago’s pythons so |
| «Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer» |
| Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller |
| Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack’s «Thriller» |
| Rifle slash knife faggot that’s your «Cop Killer» |
| As a yung’un, I was beat where I was living (aight) |
| Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women’s prison |
| I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum |
| Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin |
| Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop’s feelings |
| To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children |
| I’m vulgaric, you Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace |
| So you can have somethin' to stare at |
| Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer |
| Blood spiller, mentality much iller |
| Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams |
| You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams |
| You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer |
| Blood spiller, mentality much iller |
| Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams |
| You’ll feel his pain in his silent screams |