Psycho (feat. Eminem)

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry) Yeah, look-look, I come from a different crew You fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or 44 Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest, I'll make a mess The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher 'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven The system I done been through, it is nothing new to it to me They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry) Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid In the can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop 'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry) Yeah, I'm as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me Killing so villainously Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead He must ain't know, but now we know how Shady the Math is Even murderous tactics get better with practice Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn-burn School of arts, Julliard, you better learn-learn Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn-turn I'm debating mutilating the lady You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous Look deep in my eye, see many many men die I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy) I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me) They wanna see me shot up (shot up) Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me) I'll come back bigger (bigger) Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)