50 cent

Psycho

[50 cent]
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2)

You see, I’m a psycho, a sicko, I’m crazy
I see I got my knife pulled, I kill you, you made 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 f-ck with me, I’ll get to you
A clip or two will cripple you
jus’ cause I ain’t got sh-t to do
Pistol poppin, a p-ssy drop
Drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe
Now tres-pound and 44
Pick a strap to take the mag
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 holla tips’ll hit ya chest
you cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up
You know you f-cked when
You get on a strecther
’cause I’ll come in ICU
To see you off to heaven
the system i done put through
where there’s nothin new done to me
They locked me up they left me out
You seen this in the movies
Criminals be criminals
while they up in corrections
they come and get a nine
and commit crime to perfection
It’s murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
But they can’t find a fingerprint the sh-t’s going terrific
He’s so close to your target that it’s really hard to miss it

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Man these are average raps
I’m keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady aftermath lid
You pop off the top its like opening vats of acid
Beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid
Attack a snatch ya theres 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 fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again
The rippers at your service
Girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface
Like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard
Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
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Its past your curfew when its dark
Im searchin 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 top

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yeah, Im 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 were like on the muthaf-cking mic,
so try us and your gonna find out,
what the f-ck were like with pliers,

[50 cent]
its operation time to gut em
hooked up to wires,
squeeze em, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
he must not know but now he now how Shady Aftermath is,
even murderous tactics get better with practice,
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lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn,
School of arts Juliard, you better learn learn,

[Eminem]
Chris Reeves in his grave,
yeah homie turn turn,
Im debating, mutilating the lady,
youve been waiting for shady and fif,
ain’t no duplicating it baby,
theres a baby in the drier,
theres a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Porsche when I tossed her,
arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her,
I lost her,
her head is in the disposal with Jessica’s I squashed her,
and put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub,

[50 Cent]
When I’m through with Ricky it’ll will be blood that he’ll cough up
a hard rock soft f-ck (?)
get caught up and get washed up,
in Detroit or Northfolk,
when it’s disrupt and nauseas,
look deep in my eye and see many many men die,
I swing gem stars faster than samurai,

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