Its 12 O Clock in at a Rave Again Picking Up Transvestites on My Harley Davidson
American Psycho
D12
- Year:
- 2001
- iv:36
- 221Views
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I'm the devil, if ever in that location was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what y'all're seeing I'k a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting I'one thousand (what), a human being mutt f*ck a being I'm a dog F*ck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all I'chiliad involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant gear up of assurance too large to purchase a fix of drawers Might likewise unzip my wing and let 'em fall to the floor Each idea'southward completely warped I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech earlier Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf Have you lot ever experienced spirits in lyrics when yous hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you about 'em? Well if so, get gear up for some shit, yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he but goes so berserk, he tiptoes Fist kickoff with pair of scissors to slit throats of just hoes But goes to shizzow y'all dizzon't, fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre, you really think he'south right in his listen? What the f*ck you think'due south goin' through when he's writin' his rhyme You lot bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Claret spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams Yous'll feel his hurting and his silent screams Yous bout to, journey into the heed of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could always imagine in your wildest dreams Yous'll feel his pain and his vehement screams It'due south Fri night, I'one thousand at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend'southward a crackhead whore She'll come up to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'grand takin these) Accept yous ever seen a bitch get beat out considering she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga'southward meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it'due south me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm deplorable) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burning, information technology ain't crusade of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl F*ck David Koresh, I'm starting my ain earth It'due south called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry, then I'one thousand gonna laugh at you Carrie Y'all bout to, journeying into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could always imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You tour to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could always imagine in your wildest dreams You'll experience his pain and his vehement screams I was built-in feet first, smoke 40'due south and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago's pythons so "Journey into the listen of a psychopath killer" Lite yo' ass similar a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack'due south "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was living (aight) Cross-dressed just to become thrown in the women'southward prison house I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Beingness pressed caused the stress that acquired the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings To be hurt later on they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, yous Bo Derek; I throw you confront flat off the terrace So you tin take somethin' to stare at You lot bout to, journeying into the mind of a psychopath killer Claret spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to, journey into the listen of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could always imagine in your wildest dreams You'll experience his hurting and his violent screams
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Written by: Jeff Bass, Rufus Johnson, Rufus B Johnson, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Denaun M Porter
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