02. Slaughterhouse Feat. Eminem, Yelawolf - Psycopath Killer | Текст песни

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• 02. Slaughterhouse Feat. Eminem, Yelawolf
• Psycopath Killer

(Intro)
I guess you could consider it poetry
But with me it started out with just words, just words
They started looking like puzzle pieces
So I started connecting them 2 each otha till they started
2 resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so I just started 2 see these pictures
These real visuals, I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa

(Hook)
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)
Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Sayin' I'm a killa
Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?
Maybe in my dreams

(Verse)
I'm a psychopath, I'm neva keepin' it plain
Lyrical murda is sumething I've been about
Eva since I was a little kid, doodlin' in class
Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off
Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot
2 my inner enemy in a rush
I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams
With anything less than a full bank
It's like I'm General Hong, & I'm standin' in front of a gun
I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet 2 pull rank
The hood is ova my eyes but the wool ain't
Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard
Erry award show, we don't even get considered
How do ya sell sumething that's so lyrical
2 a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?
Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
Beef on me & Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit
We put the world onto it so watch how ya say "fuck me"
Ya just might jinx yoself, whoop, yo girl gon' do it
Cuz I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
I had already been grindin' since 97, that's longevity
& if ya think you're lyrically betta, ya betta be a killa

(Hook)
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)
Ya ain't eva seen a muthafucka get reala
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
Cuz ain't nobody illa
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)
Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night
Saying I'm a killa
Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?
Maybe in my dreams

(Verse 2)
It's an elite drinker, it's the ringleader
I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher
With a street sweeper full of heat seekers
In yo Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers
I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver
Welcome 2 the slaughterhouse
Niggas try 2 tell me I spell 2 much
Capital S 2 the laugh 2 the TER
Hoe, USE, now go 2 hell ya fucks, word
Making work disappear quick as magic
Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa
Can ya imagine a nigga flippin' bread for the blood?
Money like Dracula, hand him sum' spatula, ask me a question
Am I the best with the flexing?
Fuck yes with the goon talk
I just moonwalk all ova the beat then I'm lightin' up the street
Crooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa

(Hook)
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)
Ya ain't eva seen a muthafucka get reala
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
Cuz ain't nobody illa
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)
Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night
Saying I'm a killa
Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?
Maybe in my dreams

(Verse 3: Eminem)
The thought of retiring
Is makin' me want 2 set yo daughter on fire with a soldering iron
What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are ya hirin'?
I'm hopin' 2 fill up yo opening
Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements
First I gotta accept ya in the lobby & the isle &
You've probably already been with all the slaughter & I am in
No mood 2 be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin
With no strings attached
I'm just the product of a hostile environment
But bein' brought up so brought up inspired
But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool
Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme
& it's like stars have aligned all in alliance
Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath
Obscene talkin', the twine like a beanstalk & buyin'
But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong & the right
But errythin' I write seems wrong & it's like
I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cuz
In the fabric of our modern society
Now Catholics are panickin' cuz I snapped back 2 my old antics & shenanigans
Dammit the pope's mad again
Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin
Singing Bagpipes from Baghdad again
In my dad's drag dragging a faggot in a Glad bag
Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again
Ya thought I was lying when I said I think that I'm crossing the line again?
I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've just thought of anotha fucking line
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak
Defiant, now the odds of me tryna fucking be quiet
Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next 2 a killa bee hive colony tryna sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma start up a rioting, try 2 stop it or silence it
You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in yo jogging attire in
Boston, across the marathon finish line & I
Put yo thoughts against mine
Cuz the arsenal I have'll scar ya for life, worse than Dzhokhar's
& I have a bomb, pliers & barbed wire
Yo bars are like Barney Fife with a fuckin' swiss army knife
A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight
With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie
I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme 2 end
Like fuck 'em all I'm just riding
Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie & Clyde called
Uncle Ronnie is drivin', bout 2 burst in through the side door
Of Arkham Asylum & park in the dinin' room

(Hook)
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killa)
Ya ain't eva seen a muthafucka get reala
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)
Cuz ain't nobody illa
(A psychopath, I'm a killa)

(Post-Hook)
Feeling it in the air, breathe it in the night
Saying I'm a killa
Did ya eva think ya would come 2 find?
Maybe in my dreams

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