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b-real, bizzare, eminem & b-real - american psycho iii كلمات أغنية

[intro: b_real]
yeah, homie
i thought we told you, we been f_ckin’ loco
cypress hill, d12, b_tch!

[chorus: b_real]
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

you know what? i am crazy, huh, as h_ll
better get it through your brain
when you say my name
never say it in vain ’cause i’m a psycho
n_gga, i’m about to snap in any minute n_gga, evacuate

[verse 1: bizarre]
they found saddam, but they ain’t gon’ find me
i’ll be under a tree in b_ttf_ck, tennessee
and i don’t know too much about my daddy
except he spit in my face and f_cked me in the f_nny
i ain’t a racist, i just hate whites
f_gs and dyk_s, blacks and transvestites
thirteen years old and joined a f_ckin’ gang
hair under my ass cheeks feeling the f_ckin’ pain
am i insane? who really knows?
’cause any second my temper can f_ckin’ blow
i get colder than december
black the f_ck 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 f_ck out
run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
and blow your brains the f_ck out
[verse 2: eminem]
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 f_ckin’ 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 sh_t to xzibit
and go fill up a whole liquor bottle with p_ss
and shatter his f_cking lips with it

[verse 3: b_real]
now lemme give you just a little peek inside of a a mind, where every day of the week, yeah, i’m adjustin’ for crime
and i’m hearing the little voices speak out at me blind, and you know, the little [???]
i maybe have a chemical imbalance, but i can balance the barrel enough to make you come outta your apparel
to make you sing a little carol, hands in the air, like you’re at a concert, above you like you just don’t care
now your jewels are my jewels, my tools got pulled
your drawers, they got stole, break yourself, fool
what could you do to this maniac, this lunatic, that already hasn’t been done?
go ahead and shoot at him, put him in prison, alter his vision, make a decision, cuz if i ever get out of this hole, it’s [???]
never a change, sick in the brain, spit on your grave, sh_t on your name, give me the blame
[outro: b_real]
i’m a psycho (sirens and a car crash)
(gun shots)
oof!

- b real bizzare eminem b real

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