Sly deSilva, Nacho Picasso - American Psycho lyrics

Patrick Bateman with this rap shit
American Psycho
Wall Street steal yo’ life quick
Been homicidal d-D-Dinners at Dorsia
Ill intentions and greed (heh)
There’s an idea but there’s no real me
Murder, murder, kill, kill
So I feel like I’m living
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Never facing conviction
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Like I’m Christian Bale
B-B-Business card bone with the Silian Rail

Do you like Huey Lewis and the News?
Hope you do, cause you ain’t gon’ hear
Nothin' else real soon (heh)
I got that axe in the back room
Haulin' off ya body in that
Jean Paul Gaultier bag (uh)
Rob the poor by day, stalk my prey by night
Murder, murder, kill, kill
That’s that Wall Street life (heh)
Who you think profit off all
The guns and the crack?
The root of all evil
Count it up by the stack
Got bodies on bodies
Fuck thotties on thotties
No remorse and no morals put
Me in brand new Bugattis
So me? I don’t give one solitary fuck
How I sleep at night? Just
Fine with both eyes shut

Patrick Bateman with this rap shit
American Psycho
Wall Street steal yo’ life quick
Been homicidal d-D-Dinners at Dorsia
Ill intentions and greed (heh)
There’s an idea but there’s no real me
Murder, murder, kill, kill
So I feel like I’m living
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Never facing conviction
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Like I’m Christian Bale
B-B-Business card bone with the Silian Rail

Got a knife tatted on my cheek
American Psycho (yeah)
Think I’m ol’ fucking Ralphie (pleaaase)
I get high and used to lean
The American Eiffel (woah)
African-American, America’s rival
(blaow, blaow, blaow)
I’ma pull my dick out, that’s American eyeful
(ew)
Some think I’m insightful, others arrogant
Spiteful (heh)
I’m a sight for sore eyes
But to parents I’m frightful (oooh)
But they daughter a nympho and
My dick game delighful (aaah)
I’m psychotic, neurotic
And these narcotics are not it
But since we got it and bought it
We might as well watch The Hobbit (heh)
I did a bump of that product
And it done made me melodic
I got the blues like Hpnotiq
I pay my dues like an audit (tax)
Norman Bates, same trait's
Patrick Bateman, going ape man
Fuck the heartland, this the hateland (brrr)
Free bands in the slave land (yeah)
Caveman wearing Ray Bans (yeah)
Ignore the state, Watergate
Can’t catch a break hop a freight
(w heee) , hella ways, I’ll save your place
Ignore the state, Watergate
Can’t catch a break
Hop a freight, hella ways
I’ll save your place

Guns, drugs, blood I’m American dreaming
(yeah)
Lie, cheat, steal I’m American scheming
(yeah)
Greed, money, murder leave America bleeding
(uh)
Sly deSilva, All-American Demon (hahaha)
Blend in when I wanna, my face is my mask
The wolf that walks among ya
Business suit high class
Illusory entity, I’m a sociopath
Antisocial personality gettin' all
Of this cash got Hugo Boss, chainsaws
Gucci shoes and bloody palms
Armani suit's, an Uzi, knives
Power tools and Louis Vuitton
Superficially charming
Got stature and swagger but inside? (ha ha)
Inside don’t matter

Patrick Bateman with this rap shit
American Psycho
Wall Street steal yo’ life quick
Been homicidal d-D-Dinners at Dorsia
Ill intentions and greed (heh)
There’s an idea but there’s no real me
Murder, murder, kill, kill
So I feel like I’m living
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Never facing conviction
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Like I’m Christian Bale
B-B-Business card bone with the Silian Rail