american psycho 2

, yeah, homie, i thought we told we been fucking loco, cypress hill, d12, bitch!, 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, i'm a motherfucking omen, i bow down to no man, i split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive, a soldier with a motive, scrotum 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 don't come 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 fuck the culture up, probably rap, a maniac with anxiety attacks, i don't wanna chat, speak when you spoken to and i don't have to read a fucking, magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do, 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 "hell 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, bitch, you can read it and weep, you see my poster in the 'hood for "the g of the week", 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, they found saddam, but they ain't gon' find me, i'll be under a tree in buttfuck, tennessee, and i don't know too much about my daddy, except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny, i ain't a racist, i just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain, am i insane? who really knows?, 'cause any second my temper can fucking blow, i get colder than december, black the fuck 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 fuck out, run in your house, put a gun in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out!, i probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor, all i know is ever since my fucking 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 shit to xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss, and shatter his fucking lips with it, 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, karnail pitts a.k.a. bugz, rest in peace, homie