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[Intro]I can hear your hearbeat you’re scaredyea yea i can hear your heartbeat you’re scaredI can hear your hearbeat you’re scaredyea yea i can hear your heartbeat you’re scared[Chorus]You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazyI see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make meThey wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage meI come back bigger, stronger, and angry[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Yea…Look look i come from a different crewyou fuck wit me i get to youa clip or 2, i’ll cripple youjust cuz i aint got shit to dopistol pop, pussy dropdrama never ever stopeenie meenie miny moenot tre pound, a .44pick a strap, detect a macthe whole clip stab it in ya backi blow ya brains, i know ya nameand where ya rest, i make a messthe hollow tips, they hit ya chestyou cough up blood, to heal your messcome pick you up, you know ya fuckedwhen you get on a stretcheeeeer…cuz i come through the ICU to see you off to heaventhe system i done been through, with theres nothin you can do methey lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the moviesthe criminals, be criminals, why they up in correctionsthey come on, get a Nine, and commit crime to perfectionits murder one, they find a gun, now they doin ballisticsbut they cant find the fingerprints this shits goin terrificget so close to ya target that its really hard to miss it[Chorus]You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazyI see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make meThey wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage meI come back bigger, stronger, and angry[Verse 2: Eminem]yea yea yea yeaMan these are average raps, im keepin the savage batch hiddena can of whoop ass with a shady aftermath lidyou pop off the top, its like open and vats of acidbeat the octomom to death with a cabbage a patch kidattack her snatch, yea theres something to jack a batch inimpregnate her, then shoot up the embrio sack with mac tenstriplets, quadroplets and a couple of back to back twinsthat fetus is falling out all over, jack is back againthe ripper’s at your service, girl i can see that you’re nervousbut i barely scratched the surface, like my last batch of girlfriendsthat i burried in my fuckin backyard, still tryin to dig thier way outi form like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?Its past your curfew and its darkim searching for you in the parkshady murdered, yet another virginhe just hid his markhe met his quota for the monththey found Dakota all rolled up,inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a blockdisappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a dropcuz me and dre and 50, we wont never get caught by the copsseeing how they hate us but they gotta give a lot of propsdrama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top[Chorus]You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazyI see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make meThey wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage meI come back bigger, stronger, and angry[Verse 3: Eminem and 50 Cent][Eminem]Im as ill as can be,my pill is to serial killer as what a pill is to mekilling so villianously, still as minical on the niquil, as psycho as michael myersyou know what we’re like on the motherfuckin mic, so try usand you’re goin to find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers[50 Cent]Its operation time, they got him hooked up to wiressqueezin, he bleedin, he weezin breathin, he half deadhe musnt know, but know he know, how shady aftermath iseven murderous tactics, get better with practicelead showers, gun powderfeel the talons, Burn burnJewel of arts, Juliard, you better, learn learn[Eminem]Chris reeves, in his grave, ya homie, turn turnim the debating, utilating the ladyyou been waiting for shady and Fifthaint no duplicating it babythere’s a baby in the dryer, there’s a torso in the washeri think it might even belong to Porsha when i tossed herArms and legs in the garabge cuz the rest of her i lost herher head is in the disposal with Jessica’s, i squashed herand put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub[50 Cent]When im through with Ricky, it’ll be blood that’ll cough upa hard rock, or softer, get caught up, and get washed upin detroit im awfulwhen is this ship is nauseouslook deep in my eyessee, many many many men diei swing gym stars faster than samuri[Chorus]You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazyI see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make meThey wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage meI come back bigger, stronger, and angryby nbU'
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