[{"id":3148461,"name":"American Psycho II (feat. B-Real)","trackName":"American Psycho II (feat. B-Real)","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, homie\nI thought we told you\nWe been fuckin' Loco\nCypress Hill, D12 bitch\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\n\nWe fuckin' crazy\nWe'll fuckin' snap in a minute, bitch\n\nI'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man\nSplit a nigga open, killin' folks compulsive\nA soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders\nI hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster\n\nSo everyone can notice who was focused on us pokin'\nThey nose in our business, hopin' that I don't come smoke 'em\nNo one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture\nYou niggaz close to croakin' any moment and I know when\n\nI could fuck the culture up, probably rap\nA maniac wit' anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat\nSpeak when you spoken to\nAnd I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quotable\nTo notice what you ho's will do\n\nWe all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up\nAnd show up at your residence, light your front door up\nGet scared, life ain't fair and I'm prepared to blast\nYou just as fast as Dre can say, \"Hell, yeah\"\n\nSo watch what you say\n'Cause it can happen either today or the next minute\nI can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious\nYou could be dead period, end of story\n\nI'm on your porch wit' a gun and your son, sippin' a forty\nNobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely\nI stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby\nAftermath and Shady bitch, you can read it and weep\nYou see my poster in the 'hood for the G of the week\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nYou know what? I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? Who really knows\n  'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n  I get colder than December\n  Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\n  See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n  And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n  Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n  And blow your brains the fuck out\n\n  I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n  Some fell out and hit the floor\n  All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n  I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\n  But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n  Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n  Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n  Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\n  I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n  There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n  Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n  And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n  And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\n  I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n  But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n  Psycho, psycho, psycho\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Psycho, psycho, psycho\n\n  Cornell Pitts A.K.A. Bugz\n  Rest in peace homie\n"},{"id":18855374,"name":"American Psycho II (feat. B-Real)","trackName":"American Psycho II (feat. 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? Who really knows\n  'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n  I get colder than December\n  Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\n  See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n  And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n  Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n  And blow your brains the fuck out\n\n  I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n  Some fell out and hit the floor\n  All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n  I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\n  But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n  Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n  Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n  Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\n  I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n  There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n  Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n  And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n  And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\n  I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n  But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n  Psycho, psycho, psycho\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Psycho, psycho, psycho\n\n  Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27]Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69]When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50]'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01]Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92]They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52]I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70]And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89]Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66]I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97]Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04]Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31]Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18]Am I insane? 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n[01:45.27] Better get it through your brain\n[01:47.69] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[01:49.50] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[01:52.01] Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n[01:55.92] They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n[01:58.52] I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n[02:01.70] And I don't know too much about my daddy\n[02:03.89] Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n[02:06.66] I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n[02:08.97] Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n[02:12.04] Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n[02:14.31] Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n[02:17.18] Am I insane? Who really knows\n[02:19.71] 'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n[02:23.02] I get colder than December\n[02:25.04] Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n[02:27.84] See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n[02:30.21] And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n[02:33.15] Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n[02:36.08] And blow your brains the fuck out\n[02:38.03] I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n[02:40.96] Some fell out and hit the floor\n[02:42.55] All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n[02:45.29] I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n[02:48.42] But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n[02:51.06] Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n[02:53.57] Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n[02:56.35] Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n[02:58.66] I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n[03:00.20] There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n[03:03.07] Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n[03:06.03] And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n[03:08.20] And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n[03:09.97] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n[03:12.85] But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n[03:15.72] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:20.40] Better get it through your brain\n[03:22.05] When you say my name, never say it in vain\n[03:24.81] 'Cause I'm a psycho\n[03:27.27] Psycho, psycho, psycho\n[03:30.23] \n[03:36.41] Cornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? 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I am crazy, it's hell\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nNigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\nThey found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\nI'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\nAnd I don't know too much about my daddy\nExcept he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\nI ain't a racist, I just hate whites\nFags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\nThirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\nHair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\nAm I insane? Who really knows\n'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\nI get colder than December\nBlack the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\nSee Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\nAnd this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\nRun in your house and put a gun in your mouth\nAnd blow your brains the fuck out\n\nI probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\nSome fell out and hit the floor\nAll I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\nI been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\nBut I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\nTryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\nOr just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\nGives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\nI feel like I'm about to snap any minute\nThere's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\nPick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\nAnd go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\nAnd shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\nI'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\nBut the fact remains that I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\nBetter get it through your brain\nWhen you say my name, never say it in vain\n'Cause I'm a psycho\nPsycho, psycho, psycho\n\nCornell Pitts A.K.A. 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I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga I'm 'bout to snap at any minute nigga evacuate\n\n  They found Saddam but they ain't gonna find me\n  I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny\n\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dyke's, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old and joined a fuckin' gang\n  Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fuckin' pain\n\n  Am I insane? Who really knows\n  'Cause any second my temper can fuckin' blow\n  I get colder than December\n  Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember\n\n  See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n  And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out\n  Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth\n  And blow your brains the fuck out\n\n  I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em\n  Some fell out and hit the floor\n  All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank\n  I been a little Neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey\n\n  But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's\n  Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips\n  Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up\n  Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up\n\n  I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n  There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up\n  Pick the new Cypress Hill up and go find who did that shit to Xzibit\n  And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n  And shatter his fuckin' lips wit' it\n\n  I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n  But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n  Psycho, psycho, psycho\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name, never say it in vain\n  'Cause I'm a psycho\n  Psycho, psycho, psycho\n\n  Cornell Pitts A.K.A. Bugz\n  Rest in peace homie\n"},{"id":8989504,"name":"American Psycho II (Feat. B-Real from Cypress Hill) (Produced By Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo)","trackName":"American Psycho II (Feat. 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fact remains that I'm a psycho\n  Better get it to your brain when you say my name Never say it in vain, cause I'm a psycho\n  We fuckin' crazy, we'll fuckin' snap in a minute, bitch\n  I'm a motherfuckin' omen, I bow down to no man\n  Split a nigga open, killin' folks compulsive I soldier with a motive, scroll them big as boulders\n  I hold him, then I load on you, put it on a poster So everyone can notice who is focused on us pokin'\n  They nose in our business, hopin' that I don't come smoke him\n  No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture\n  Few niggas close to croakin' any moment, and I know when I can fuck the culture up\n  Probably rap, a maniac with anxiety attacks I don't wanna chat, speak when you spoken to\n  And I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quotable to notice what you hold against\n  We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up\n  And show up at your residence, light your front door up\n  Get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Drake and say, hell yeah\n  So watch what you say, cause it can happen either today or the next minute\n  I can draw on a heater and spray, and I'm dead serious, you can be dead, period\n  End of story, I'm on your porch with a gun and your son sippin' a 40\n  Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely\n  I stomp your head when you awake, you be lookin' like Gumby\n  Aftermath and shade, bitch, you can read it and weep\n  You see my poster in the hood for the G of the week\n  I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane\n  But the fact remains that I'm a psycho\n  You know what, I am crazy, it's hell\n  Better get it through your brain, when you say my name\n  Never say it in vain, cause I'm a psycho\n  Nigga, I'm about to slap in any minute, nigga, evacuate\n  They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me\n  I be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee\n  And I don't know too much about my daddy\n  Except be spittin' my face and fuck me in a fanny\n  I ain't a racist, I just hate whites\n  Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites\n  Thirteen years old, can join the fuckin' game\n  And my ass cheeks feelin' the fuckin' pain\n  Am I insane? Who really knows?\n  Cause any second, my temper can fuckin' blow\n  I get colder than December\n  Black the fuck out, tomorrow I won't even remember\n  See, bizarre can show you what violence is all about\n  And it's Dr. Dre beatin', boy, let the fuck out\n  When in your house, put a gun in your mouth\n  And blow your brains the fuck out\n  I probably got a screw loose or two\n  Or maybe three or four of them\n  Some fell out and hit the floor\n  All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snow bank\n  I've been a little Neanderthal, it's no thanks\n  To my man D'Angelo Bailey\n  But I just take it slow daily\n  My biggest dilemma's tryin' to figure whether\n  To use the flathead or the filler\n  Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power driller\n  It's been two hours and six days, I'm still up\n  I feel like I'm about to snap any minute\n  There's a new Tower Records, I'm about to stop and get a filler\n  Pick the new Cypress Hiller\n  And go find who did that shit to exhibit\n  And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss\n  And shatter his fuckin' nipples\n  I may be a bit off the chain\n  Call me insane\n  But the fact remains\n  That I'm a psycho\n  Better get it through your brain\n  When you say my name\n  Never say it in vain\n  Cause I'm a psycho\n  Rest in peace homie\n"}]