American Psycho Lyrics
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[Eminem]
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I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
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The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
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I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gus)-ting
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I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being
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I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all
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I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
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Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
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Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
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Each thought's completely warped
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I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board
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Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
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.. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr ..
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Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
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'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
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Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
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"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo
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So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
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Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes
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Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
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so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
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So - lock your doors, drop to the floors
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Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
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Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind?
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What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme?
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
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Blood spiller, mentality much iller
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than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
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You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
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You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
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Blood spiller, mentality much iller
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than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
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You'll feel his pain and his violent screams
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[Bizarre]
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It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
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Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
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My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
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She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
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and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these)
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Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
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Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
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My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me)
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I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face
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And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated
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My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
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My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease
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Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
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I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl
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Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world
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It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary
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Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey
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[Chorus]
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[Kon Artis with Eminem in parentheses]
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I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
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The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
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A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
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got more power than five of iontons Dragon's python so
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"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"
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(Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
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Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
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Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer")
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As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)
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Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison
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I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
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Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
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Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings
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to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
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I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
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so you can have somethin to stare at
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[Chorus]
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American Psycho
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