EMINEM

EMINEM - Psychopath Killer lyrics

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(Intro)

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 2 each otha till they started

2 resemble blank canvases

By this time I was an artist so I just started 2 see these pictures

These real visuals, I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa

(Hook)

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night

Sayin' I'm a killa

Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?

Maybe in my dreams

(Verse)

I'm a psychopath, I'm neva keepin' it plain

Lyrical murda is sumething I've been about

Eva since I was a little kid, doodlin' in class

Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass

With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off

Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot

2 my inner enemy in a rush

I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams

With anything less than a full bank

It's like I'm General Hong, & I'm standin' in front of a gun

I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet 2 pull rank

The hood is ova my eyes but the wool ain't

Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard

Erry award show, we don't even get considered

How do ya sell sumething that's so lyrical

2 a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?

Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit

Beef on me & Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit

We put the world onto it so watch how ya say "fuck me"

Ya just might jinx yoself, whoop, yo girl gon' do it

Cuz I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time

I had already been grindin' since 97, that's longevity

& if ya think you're lyrically betta, ya betta be a killa

(Hook)

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)

Ya ain't eva seen a muthafucka get reala

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

Cuz ain't nobody illa

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)

Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night

Saying I'm a killa

Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?

Maybe in my dreams

(Verse 2)

It's an elite drinker, it's the ringleader

I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher

With a street sweeper full of heat seekers

In yo Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers

I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver

Welcome 2 the slaughterhouse

Niggas try 2 tell me I spell 2 much

Capital S 2 the laugh 2 the TER

Hoe, USE, now go 2 hell ya fucks, word

Making work disappear quick as magic

Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa

Can ya imagine a nigga flippin' bread for the blood?

Money like Dracula, hand him sum' spatula, ask me a question

Am I the best with the flexing?

Fuck yes with the goon talk

I just moonwalk all ova the beat then I'm lightin' up the street

Crooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa

(Hook)

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)

Ya ain't eva seen a muthafucka get reala

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

Cuz ain't nobody illa

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)

Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night

Saying I'm a killa

Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?

Maybe in my dreams

(Verse 3: Eminem)

The thought of retiring

Is makin' me want 2 set yo daughter on fire with a soldering iron

What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are ya hirin'?

I'm hopin' 2 fill up yo opening

Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements

First I gotta accept ya in the lobby & the isle &

You’ve probably already been with all the slaughter & I am in

No mood 2 be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin

With no strings attached

I'm just the product of a hostile environment

But bein' 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 applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme

& it's like stars have aligned all in alliance

Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath

Obscene talkin', the twine like a beanstalk & buyin'

But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong & the right

But errythin' I write seems wrong & it's like

I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cuz

In the fabric of our modern society

Now Catholics are panickin' cuz I snapped back 2 my old antics & 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

Ya 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 just thought of anotha fucking line

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak

Defiant, now the odds of me tryna fucking be quiet

Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant

After he's fallen in pollen next 2 a killa bee hive colony tryna sneak by it

So please don't follow me while I revive rap

I'ma start up a rioting, try 2 stop it or silence it

You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in yo jogging attire in

Boston, across the marathon finish line & I

Put yo thoughts against mine

Cuz the arsenal I have'll scar ya for life, worse than Dzhokhar's

& I have a bomb, pliers & barbed wire

Yo bars are like Barney Fife with a fuckin' 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

I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme 2 end

Like fuck 'em all I'm just riding

Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie & Clyde called

Uncle Ronnie is drivin', bout 2 burst in through the side door

Of Arkham Asylum & park in the dinin' room

(Hook)

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)

Ya ain't eva seen a muthafucka get reala

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

Cuz ain't nobody illa

(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)

Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night

Saying I'm a killa

Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?

Maybe in my dreams

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