Psychopath Killer Lyrics - Shadyxv - Eminem

I guess you could consider it poetry, but with me it started out with just words, just words. They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases. By this time I was an artist so I just started to see these pictures, these real visuals 

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer 

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer 

A psychopath, I'm a killer 

A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night 

Staring at the full moon 

Did you ever think you would come to find? 

Maybe in my dreams 

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I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain 

Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about 

Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in class 

Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass 

With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off 

Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick taught 

Until my inner enemy interrupts 

I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams 

With anything less than a full bank 

It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun 

I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank 

The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't 

Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard 

Every award show, we don't even get considered 

How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical 

To a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him? 

Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit 

Before me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit? 

We put the world onto it so watch how you say "fuck me" 

You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it 

Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time 

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I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity 

And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah 

You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

This elite drinker is the ringleader 

I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher 

With a street sweeper full of heat seekers 

In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers 

I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver 

Welcome to the slaughterhouse 

Niggas try to tell me I spell too much 

Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R 

Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word 

Making work disappear quick as magic 

Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa 

Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood? 

Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question 

Am I the best with the flexing? 

Fuck yes with the goon talk 

I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street 

CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah 

You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night 

Staring at the full moon 

Did you ever think you would come to find? 

Maybe in my dreams 

The thought of retiring 

Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron 

What up ma, I'm applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'? 

I'm hopin' to fill up your openin' 

Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements 

First I gotta accept you're in a lobby in Ireland 

And you've probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am in 

No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin 

With no strings attached 

I'm just the product of a hostile environment 

But bein' brought up so wrought up inspired 

But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool 

Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme 

And it's like stars are aligned all in alliance 

Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath 

Obscene talk intertwined like a beanstalk and a vine 

But I keep walkin' the line between wrong and the right 

But everything I write seems wrong and it's like 

I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause 

In the fabric of our modern society 

Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans 

Dammit, the Pope's mad again 

Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin 

Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again 

In my dad's drag draggin' a faggot in a GLAAD bag 

Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again 

You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again 

I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've just thought of another fucking line 

Forgive me father, for I have sinned 

But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak 

Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet 

Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant 

After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin' to sneak by it 

While his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap 

I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it 

You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in 

Boston, across the marathon finish line than to 

Put your thoughts against mine 

Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar 

Tsarnaev with bomb pliers and barbed wire 

Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife 

A saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight 

With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up 

I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie 

I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end 

Like fuck 'em all I'm just ridin' 

Like I'm locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car 

Uncle Ronnie was driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door 

Of Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah 

You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)