OnlyOne - American Psycho lyrics
[OnlyOne - American Psycho lyrics]
Patrick Bateman: Howard
It's Bateman patrick Bateman
You're my lawyer, so I think you should know
I've killed a lot of people
Some escort girls in an apartment uptown
Uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten
Um, an NYU girl I met in Central Park
I left her at a parking
Lot behind some donut shop
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend
With a nail gun
And then some man, some old faggot with a dog
Last week, I
I'm psychosomatic, pyroclastic
Spit nitric acid
Skipped all my high school classes
Sippin' out of ice cold glasses
I keep the metal with me, like a micro magnet
Look at the medical screen
The line is flattened
You don't wanna open up
The missile silo hatches
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell give 'em spinal fractures
The gauge is 12
Like the disciples in the Bible chapter
I sacrificed a unicorn to Lucifer
Told him I would kill a
Angel for every human born
Then I grew some horns
My life like a gruesome horror
My life like a movie, I write the music score
They never handed out condoms
At my school before i'll be honest
I don't know what the fuck
I would use 'em for
I will cut you, Cuban out the humidor
Let your fluid pour
And won't even catch a two-to-four
I'll go insane on your clown posse
Walkin' towards the bullets that you aim
Like they bounce off me i count bullets
Make sure each one is attached to a name
Then I count bodies
The brown that we slang ain't ground coffee
It's that heroin white coke
A dead man walkin', wearin' a blindfold
I stare at him ice cold: American Psycho
I'll cut off both my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point Break
Hit you with that 50 cal, al-Qaeda
Point-blank
My weapons crazy, leave you dead like Swayze
Usual Suspect: Kevin Spacey
Split personalities: Em and Shady
I would kill a pregnant
Lady for a Benz-Mercedes
I can make someone someone suicidal happy
With a lipoplasty, now you can smile at me
Keys open doors, trees: a lockpick
Cut a ki different every day
Like a locksmith
Open up the rented ride like a cockpit
The gun spray pesticides like a crop dust
Committin' genocide
You weren't identified by the process
Get abducted by identified flying objects
Pitchin' white
You snitchin' like mice and rat
Give him spinal taps with a kitchen knife
The way I'm livin' isn't right
But my shit is tight, yeah, my shit is tight
Patrick Bateman: i killed another girl
With a chain saw i had to she almost got
Away and someone else there
I can't remember
Maybe a model she's dead too and, uh
Paul Allen i killed Paul Allen with
An axe in the face
His body is dissolving in a
Bathtub in Hell's Kitchen
I don't wanna leave anything out here
I guess I've killed maybe 20 people
Maybe 40! I have tapes of a lot of it
Some of the girls have seen the tapes
I even, um, i ate some of their brains and
I tried to cook a little tonight, I
Uh i just had to kill a lot of people!
And, um, i'm not sure I'm gonna get
Away with it this time
So, uh, I mean, I guess i'm a pretty, uh
I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy
So, if you get back tomorrow
I may show up at Harry's Bar
So, you know keep your eyes open
It's Bateman patrick Bateman
You're my lawyer, so I think you should know
I've killed a lot of people
Some escort girls in an apartment uptown
Uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten
Um, an NYU girl I met in Central Park
I left her at a parking
Lot behind some donut shop
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend
With a nail gun
And then some man, some old faggot with a dog
Last week, I
I'm psychosomatic, pyroclastic
Spit nitric acid
Skipped all my high school classes
Sippin' out of ice cold glasses
I keep the metal with me, like a micro magnet
Look at the medical screen
The line is flattened
You don't wanna open up
The missile silo hatches
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell give 'em spinal fractures
The gauge is 12
Like the disciples in the Bible chapter
I sacrificed a unicorn to Lucifer
Told him I would kill a
Angel for every human born
Then I grew some horns
My life like a gruesome horror
My life like a movie, I write the music score
They never handed out condoms
At my school before i'll be honest
I don't know what the fuck
I would use 'em for
I will cut you, Cuban out the humidor
Let your fluid pour
And won't even catch a two-to-four
I'll go insane on your clown posse
Walkin' towards the bullets that you aim
Like they bounce off me i count bullets
Make sure each one is attached to a name
Then I count bodies
The brown that we slang ain't ground coffee
It's that heroin white coke
A dead man walkin', wearin' a blindfold
I stare at him ice cold: American Psycho
I'll cut off both my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point Break
Hit you with that 50 cal, al-Qaeda
Point-blank
My weapons crazy, leave you dead like Swayze
Usual Suspect: Kevin Spacey
Split personalities: Em and Shady
I would kill a pregnant
Lady for a Benz-Mercedes
I can make someone someone suicidal happy
With a lipoplasty, now you can smile at me
Keys open doors, trees: a lockpick
Cut a ki different every day
Like a locksmith
Open up the rented ride like a cockpit
The gun spray pesticides like a crop dust
Committin' genocide
You weren't identified by the process
Get abducted by identified flying objects
Pitchin' white
You snitchin' like mice and rat
Give him spinal taps with a kitchen knife
The way I'm livin' isn't right
But my shit is tight, yeah, my shit is tight
Patrick Bateman: i killed another girl
With a chain saw i had to she almost got
Away and someone else there
I can't remember
Maybe a model she's dead too and, uh
Paul Allen i killed Paul Allen with
An axe in the face
His body is dissolving in a
Bathtub in Hell's Kitchen
I don't wanna leave anything out here
I guess I've killed maybe 20 people
Maybe 40! I have tapes of a lot of it
Some of the girls have seen the tapes
I even, um, i ate some of their brains and
I tried to cook a little tonight, I
Uh i just had to kill a lot of people!
And, um, i'm not sure I'm gonna get
Away with it this time
So, uh, I mean, I guess i'm a pretty, uh
I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy
So, if you get back tomorrow
I may show up at Harry's Bar
So, you know keep your eyes open