| I guess you could consider it poetry
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| But with me it started out with just words, just words
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| They started looking like puzzle pieces
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| So I started connecting them to each other
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| 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
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| By this time I was an artist
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| So I just started to see these pictures
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| These real visuals
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| I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
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| (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
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| I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
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| A psychopath, I'm a killer
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| A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
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| Staring at the full moon
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| Did you ever think you would come to find?
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| Maybe in my dreams
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| I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
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| Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
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| Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in class
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| Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
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| With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off
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| Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick taught
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| 'Til my inner enemy interrupts
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| I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams
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| With anything less than a full bank
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| It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun
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| I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank
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| The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't
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| Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard
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| Every award show, we don't even get considered
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| How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical
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| To a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?
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| Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
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| Before me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit?
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| We put the world onto it so watch how you say "fuck me"
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| You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it
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| 'Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
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| I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity
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| And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer
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| (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah
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| You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| This elite drinker is the ringleader
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| I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher
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| With a street sweeper full of heat seekers
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| In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers
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| I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver
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| Welcome to the slaughterhouse
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| Niggas try to tell me I spell too much
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| Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R
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| Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word
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| Making work disappear quick as magic
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| Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa
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| Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?
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| Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question
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| Am I the best with the flexing? |
| Fuck yes with the goon talk
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| I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street
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| CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller
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| (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah
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| You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
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| Staring at the full moon
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| Did you ever think you would come to find?
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| Maybe in my dreams
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| The thought of retiring is makin' me want
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| To set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and
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| What up ma, I'm applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?
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| I'm hopin' to fill up your openin'
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| Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements
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| First I gotta accept you're in a lobby in Ireland
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| And you've probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am
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| In no mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin
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| With no strings attached
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| I'm just the product of a hostile environment
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| But bein' brought up so wrought up inspired
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| But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool
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| Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme
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| And it's like stars are aligned all in alliance
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| Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath
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| Obscene talk intertwined like a beanstalk and a vine
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| But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the right |
| But everything I write seems wrong and it's like
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| I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause
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| In the fabric of our modern society
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| Now Catholics are panicking 'cause I snapped back
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| To my old antics and shenanigans, dammit, the Pope's mad again
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| Probably shouldn't've ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin
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| Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again
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| In my dad's drag, draggin' a faggot in a GLAAD bag
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| Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again
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| You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again
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| I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've just thought of another fucking line
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| Forgive me father, for I have sinned
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| But hip-hop has left me brainwashed with a violent...streak
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| Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet
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| Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant
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| After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin' to sneak by it
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| While his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap
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| I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it
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| You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
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| Boston, across the marathon finish line than to
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| Put your thoughts against mine
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| 'Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar
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| Tsarnaev with bombs, pliers and barbed wire
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| Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife
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| A saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight
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| With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
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| I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie
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| I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end
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| Like fuck 'em all I'm just ridin'
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| Like I’m locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car
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| Uncle Ronnie was driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door
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| Of Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room
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| (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah
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| You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
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| 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer
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| (A psychopath, I'm a killer) |