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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
Verse 1 - Swift
I'm a motherfkin omen,
I bow down to no man,
I'll split a ***** open,
Killing folks compulsive,
a soldier wit a motive,
scr*tum big as boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you,
put on a poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his 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 are Close to croakin any moment,
and I know when, I could fk 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 fkin magazine or quoteable,
to notice What you hoes'll do
Verse 2 - Kuniva
We all soldiers, we move as a unit,
we all roll up, show up at your residence
And 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'll be looking like gumby,
Aftermath and Shady b*tch
You can read it and weep,
you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
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Verse 3 - Bizzare
They found Saddam,
but they ain't gonna find me,
I'll be under a tree in Buttfk Tennessee,
and I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fked me in my f*nny,
I ain't a racist I just hate whites,
f*gs and dy*kes, blacks and transvestites,
13 years old And joined a fking gang,
hair under my as* cheeks feeling the fking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows,
cause any second my temper can fking
Blow, I get colder than december,
black the fk out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about,
and this Dr. Dre beat brought it The fk out,
run in your house and put A GUN in your mouth,
and blow your brains the fk out
Verse 4 - 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 fkin head hit the snowbank,
been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to My man D' Angelo Baily,
but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delemia,
is 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,
its been two hours and 6 days and I'm still up,
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute,
there's a new Tower Records,
I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up,
pick the new Cypress Hill up,
and go find who did That s**t to Xzibit,
and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit pi*s
and shatter his fkin lips wit it
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