Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night Sayin' I'm a killer Did you ever think we would come to find? Maybe in my dreams
The thought of retiring Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'? I'm hopin' to fill up your opening Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the isle and You've probably already been with all the slaughter and iron men No mood to 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 And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and buyin' But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the right But everything I write seems wrong and it's like I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause In the fabric of our modern society Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans Dammit the pope's mad again Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again In my dad's drag draggin' a faggot in, a glad bag Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like that again You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again? I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another 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 tryin' to fuckin' be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it So please don't follow me while I revive rap I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in Boston, across the marathon finish line and I Put your thoughts against mine Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking 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 Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end Like fuck 'em all and just ride Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining room
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a killer) Cause ain't nobody iller Knowing nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a killer)