American Psycho II

Yeah, homie

I thought we told you

We been fuckin' 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

Psycho, psycho, psycho

Better get it through your brain

When you say my name, never say it in vain

'Cause I'm a psycho

We fuckin' crazy

We'll fuckin' snap in a minute, bitch

I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man

Split a nigga open, killin' 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 pokin'

They nose in our business, hopin' that I don't come smoke 'em

No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture

You niggaz close to croakin' any moment and I know when

I could fuck the culture up, probably rap

A maniac wit' anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat

Speak when you spoken to

And I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quotable

To notice what you ho's 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 wit' a gun and your son, sippin' 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, it's 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 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate

They found Saddam but they ain't gonna 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 dyke's, blacks and transvestites

Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang

Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain

Am I insane? Who really knows

'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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

Tryin' 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

Gives me 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 fuckin' lips wit' it

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane

But the fact remains that I'm a psycho

Psycho, psycho, psycho

Better get it through your brain

When you say my name, never say it in vain

'Cause I'm a psycho

Psycho, psycho, psycho

Cornell Pitts A.K.A. Bugz

Rest in peace homie