50 CENT - Psycho lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Eminem)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[50 Cent]</i><br>
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah<br>
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared <i>[x2]</i><br>
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You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy<br>
I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me<br>
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me<br>
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry<br>
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<i>[50 Cent]</i><br>
Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you<br>
A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do<br>
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop<br>
Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44<br>
Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back<br>
I'll blow your brains, I know your name<br>
And where you rest, I'll make a mess<br>
The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS<br>
Come pick you up, You know you fucked <br>
When you get on a stretcher<br>
'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven<br>
The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me<br>
They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies<br>
The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?<br>
They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection<br>
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics<br>
But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific<br>
He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Eminem]</i><br>
Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden<br>
The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid<br>
You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid<br>
Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid<br>
Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in<br>
Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s<br>
Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins<br>
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again<br>
The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous<br>
But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends<br>
That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out<br>
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out<br>
It’s past your curfew when its dark, I’m searchin for you in the park<br>
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark<br>
He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up<br>
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block<br>
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop<br>
Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops<br>
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props<br>
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Eminem]</i><br>
I’m as ill as can be<br>
My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,<br>
Killing so villainously,<br>
Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,<br>
You know what we’re like on the muthafucking mic so try us <br>
And you’re gonna find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers.<br>
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<i>[50 Cent]</i><br>
It’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires,<br>
Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,<br>
He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,<br>
Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,<br>
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,<br>
Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.<br>
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<i>[Eminem]</i><br>
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,<br>
I’m debating, mutilating the lady,<br>
You’ve been waiting for shady <br>
And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby,<br>
There’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso in the washer,<br>
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,<br>
Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her,<br>
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,<br>
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.<br>
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<i>[50 Cent]</i><br>
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up<br>
A hard rock, a soft fuck<br>
Get caught up and get washed up,<br>
In Detroit or Northfolk,<br>
When it's disrupt and nauseas,<br>
Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die,<br>
I swing gym stars faster than Samurai.<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Thanks to Tim Cheks for these lyrics]</i><br>
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