American Psycho II

[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, homie
I thought we told we been [bad word] loco
Cypress Hill, D12, [bad word] #33;

[Hook: 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 [bad word] omen, I bow down to no man
Split a [bad word] open, killing [bad word] 
soldier with a motive, [bad word] big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us
Poking they nose in our business, hoping that I [bad word] smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could [bad word] the culture up, probably rap
maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to and I don't have to read a [bad word] 
Magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, 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 " [bad word] 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 with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, [bad word]  you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood for "the of the Week"

[Hook: 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 3: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in [bad word]  Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and [bad word] me in my [bad word] 
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
 [bad word] and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a [bad word] gang
Hair under my [bad word] cheeks feeling the [bad word] pain
I insane? Who really knows?
Cause any second my temper can [bad word] blow
I get colder than December
Black the [bad word] out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the [bad word] out [bad word] in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the [bad word] out!

[Verse 4: Eminem]
I probably got a [bad word] loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my [bad word] head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying 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
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that [bad word] to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with [bad word] 
And shatter his [bad word] lips with it

[Hook: 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

[Outro: Kuniva]
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie