American Psycho 2 Lyrics - D-12

Yeah, homie 

I thought we, told 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 

We're fuckin' crazy 

We'll fuckin' snap in a minute bitch 

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 

You know what, I am crazy 

As hell 

Better get it through your brain 

When you say my name 

Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho 

Nigga I'm about to snap any minute nigga, evacuate 

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 my 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 a.k.a. Bugz 

Rest in peace, homie