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Psycho

by Eminem

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I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry Look look, I've come from a different crew You fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll put through you 'Cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol poppin', a pussy drop Drama never ever stop Eenie meenie miney moe Now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The hollow tips hit ya chest Call for blood to E-M-S Come pick you up You know you fucked when You get on a stretcher 'Cause I'll come in to ICU To see you off to heaven The system I done been through it There's nothing new to me They locked me up they let me out You seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals Why they up in corrections They come home, get a 9 Nigga commit trying perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s' Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop 'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry I'm as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me Killing so villainously Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is Even murderous tactics get better with practice Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn I'm debating mutilating the lady You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous Look deep in my eye, see many many men die I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry

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