"American Psycho" as written by Rufus B Johnson, Denaun M Porter, Marshall B Mathers and Jeff Bass....
I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting
I'm (what), a human mutt fuck a being I'm a dog
Fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board
Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit, yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo
So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes
Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you 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's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's goin' through when he's writin' his rhyme

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood 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 mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams

It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'm takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's 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 sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease
Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world
It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary
Eating a virgin's cherry, then I'm gonna laugh at you Carrie

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood 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 mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams

I was born feet first, smoke 40's 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 mind of a psychopath killer"
Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "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 get thrown in the women's prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings
To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
So you can have somethin' to stare at

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood 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 mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams


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"American Psycho" as written by Rufus Johnson Jeff Bass

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    General CommentFirst off,this is my all-time favorite rap song.I would like to point out,though,that it isn't "they're all gonna to laugh at your carrey." The line is "They're all gonna laugh at you,Carrie." It's a reference to the movie
    "Carrie".In the movie,Carrie is a girl who no one likes.The prom rolls around,and a girl who feels bad for poor Carrie asks her boyfriend to invite Carrie to the prom.He does,and she tells her overly-religious mother that she is going.Her mother,who thinks that going to the prom is a sin,tells Carrie that "they're all going tro laugh at you." in an attempt to stop her from going.Carrie goes anyway,and she and her date are voted prom queen and king.Of course,it's all a trick to get Carrie alone on the stage so that a bucket of pig's blood can be poured on her.Everyone laughs at her as she is covered in blood,so she uses her telekinetic abilities to burn the high school down.Pretty story,no?
    Essarios421on March 03, 2003   Link
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    General Commentone of my favorites on the d12 album. eminem can really flow.
    creatingMEon May 07, 2003   Link
  • -1
    General CommentThats a fucking obvious you dumbshit on the Carrie part, whats the meaning of the song not the one line that someone fucked up doing.
    Come again dumbass
    DHPhlurton April 15, 2008   Link

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