Psychopath Killer

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, psychopathical 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

Sayin' I'm a killer

Did you ever think we would come to find?

Maybe in my dreams

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 the 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 tot

To my inner enemy in a rush

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

With anything less than a full bank

It's like I'm general hong, 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

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 that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?

Now I wanna talk about these niggas from detroit

Beef on me and shady who was thinkin' 'bout detroit

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

You might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it

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

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)

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get real

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

Cause ain't nobody iller

Knowing nobody for realer

(A psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, mister 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 traffic blacker than africa

Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?

Money like dracula, hand him some 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

The thought of retiring

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

What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?

I'm hopin' to fill up your opening

Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements

First I gotta [?]

And you've probably already been

With all the slaughter and iron men

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 brought 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 have aligned all in alliance

Heart of a lion, balls of goliath

Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and buyin'

But I keep walkin' the line between the 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 glad 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 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 bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it

So please don't 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 and I

Put your thoughts against mine

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

And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire

Your bars are like barney fife with a fucking swiss army knife

A saber that's darth vader with arthritis at 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

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 and just ride

Like I'm locked up inside a shot of bonnie and clyde called

Uncle ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door

Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining room