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 resemble blank canvases. By this time I was an artist so I just started to see these pictures these real visuals psychopathical killer
(Im a psychopath Im a killer Im a psychopath Im a killer A psychopath Im a killer A psychopath Im a killer)
Feelin it in the air breathe it in the night Sayin Im a killer Did you ever think we would come to find? Maybe in my dreams
Im a psychopath Im never keepin it plain Lyrical murder is somethin Ive been about Ever since I was a little kid doodlin in the 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 To my inner enemy in a rush Im havin nightmares of leavin behind my dreams With anything less than a full bank Its like Im General Hong and Im standin in front of a gun Im puttin myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank The hood is over my eyes but the wool aint Yeah got the mentality of bein with a wizard Every award show we dont even get considered How do you sell somethin thats so lyrical To a kid that wouldnt know what was hittin if it hit him? Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin bout Detroit We put the world onto it so watch how you say f*ck me You just 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 grindin since 97 thats longevity And if you think youre lyrically better you better be a killer
(Im a psychopath Im a killer) You aint ever see a mothaf*cka get realer (A psychopath Im a killer) Goin automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath Im a killer) Cause aint nobody iller Knowing nobody for realer (A psychopath Im a killer)
Its an elite drinker mister ringleader Im a deep thinker Im a street preacher With a street sweeper full of heat seekers In your Jeep speakers Imma keep ringers I dont 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 f*cks 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? F*ck yes with the goon talk I just moonwalk all over the beat then Im lightin up the street CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller Im a psychopath Im a killer
(Im a psychopath Im a killer) You aint ever see a mothaf*cka get realer (A psychopath Im a killer) Goin automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath Im a killer) Cause aint nobody iller Knowing nobody for realer (A psychopath Im a killer)
Feelin it in the air breathe it in the night Sayin Im a killer Did you ever think we would come to find? Maybe in my dreams
The thought of retiring Is makin me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron What up mom applyin for the rim job are you hirin? Im hopin to fill up your opening Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the isle and Youve probably already been with all the slaughter and iron men No mood to be playin second fiddle slob on this violin With no strings attached Im just the product of a hostile environment But bein brought up so brought up inspired But I dont know why its still like Im caught up inside a whirlpool Not an appliance but applyin this science I psychotically rhyme And its like stars have aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion balls of Goliath Obscene talkin the twine like a beans talkin and buyin But I keep walkin the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and its like Im 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 popes mad again Probably shouldnt have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin Singin Bagpipes from Baghdad again In my dads drag draggin a faggot in a glad bag Wont be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again You thought I was lyin when I said I think that Im crossin the line again? Ive lost my mind caution oh God I think Ive thought of another f*cking 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 tryin to f*ckin be quiet Probably gotta be bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After hes fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin to sneak by it So please dont follow me while I revive rap Ima start up a rioting try to stop it or silence it Youre not gonna might as well just hit the block in your joggin attire in Boston across the marathon finish line and I Put your thoughts against mine Cause the arsenal I havell scar you for life worse than Dzhokhar And I have a bomb pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a f*cking swiss army knife A saber thats Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up Im Dahmer-like when Im on the mic Im not gonna lie Perform like Im gonna die at the end of a song so its hard for the rhyme to end Like f*ck em all and just ride Like Im locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called Uncle Ronnie is driving bout to burst in through the side door F*ck up an asylum and park in the dining room
(Im a psychopath Im a killer) You aint ever see a mothaf*cka get realer (A psychopath Im a killer) Goin automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath Im a killer) Cause aint nobody iller Knowing nobody for realer (A psychopath Im a killer)
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