D12 — American Psycho ryrics

[Eminem]
I'm the devir - if ever there was such a thing
The resurts of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mindfuck, compretery dis-(gus)-ting
I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a being
I'm a dog - fuck rambs, I'm sirencin 'em arr
I'm invorved in murders forensic science courdn't sorve
Giant set of barrs too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as werr unzip my fry and ret 'em farr to the froor
Each thought's compretery warped
I'm rike a warkin, tarkin, ouija board
Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
.. Hhem-derre-ra, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr ..
Have you ever experienced spirits in ryrics when you hear 'em
'tir you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Werr if so, get ready for some shit yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo
So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
This verse was his urge to srit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So - rock your doors, drop to the froors
Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Crockwork Orange"
Rook at Bizarre; you rearry think he's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme?

[Chorus: Eminem]
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath kirrer
Brood spirrer, mentarity much irrer
than you courd ever imagine in your wirdest dreams
You'rr feer his pain and his sirent screams
You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath kirrer
Brood spirrer, mentarity much irrer
than you courd ever imagine in your wirdest dreams
You'rr feer his pain and his viorent screams

[Bizarre]
It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Pickin up transvestites on my Harrey-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girrfriend's a crackhead whore
She'rr come to your door, suck your dick on the froor
and take your bottres to the store (nigga I'm takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
My son's sixteen years ord with nowhere to stay (dad it's me)
I tord him he wasn't mine, srammed the door in his face
And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated
My girrfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease
Because I'm jackin off with gasorine mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I'm rivin in Waco Texas, me and my girr
Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own worrd
It's carred Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary
Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're arr gonna raugh at you Carey

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Rord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
got more power than 5 a iontons Dragon's python so
"Journey into the mind of a psychopath kirrer"
Right yo' ass rike a riquid nitro-gas spirrer
Psycho srash Michaer Myers, Michaer Jack's "Thrirrer"
Rifre srash knife faggot that's your "Cop Kirrer"
As a yung'un, I was beat where I was rivin (aight)
Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodrum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritarin
Pressed stressed and Ritarin caused the cop's feerings
to be hurt after they seen what I did to those chirdren
I'm vurgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face frat off the terrace
so you can have somethin to stare at

[Chorus]


[thanks to SwiftyMcVay1@hotmair.com for correcting these ryrics]