D12, B-Real - American Psycho II lyrics

Yeah, homie
I thought we told you, we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!

I'm a little bit off the chain
Call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho

I'm a motherfucking omen
I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive
Scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you
Put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was
Focused on us poking
They nose in our business


Hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions
I'm a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any
Moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks
I don't wanna chat speak when you spoken to
And I don't have to read
A fucking magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do

We all soldiers, we move as a unit
We all roll up
And show up at your residence
Light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair
And I'm prepared to blast you just as
Fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!"
So watch what you say 'cause it can
Happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and
Spray and I'm dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son
Sipping a forty nobody can hold me
I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake
You be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch
You can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood
For "the G of the Week"
I'm a little bit off the chain
Call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho

They found Saddam
But they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and
Fucked me in the fanny
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks
Feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
'Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out
Tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizarre can show you what
Violence is all about
And this Dr dre beat done
Brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!

I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my
Fucking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish
No thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily
My biggest dilemma's
Trying to figure whether to use the
Flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and
Pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and six
Days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to
Stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole
Liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fucking lips with it
I'm a little bit off the chain
Call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho

Karnail Pitts aka Bugz rest in peace, homie