Lyrics

[Intro]

I can hear your hearbeat you’re scared
yea yea i can hear your heartbeat you’re scared
I can hear your hearbeat you’re scared
yea yea i can hear your heartbeat you’re scared

[Chorus]
You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazy
I see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make me
They wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage me
I come back bigger, stronger, and angry

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Yea…
Look look i come from a different crew
you fuck wit me i get to you
a clip or 2, i’ll cripple you
just cuz i aint got shit to do
pistol pop, pussy drop
drama never ever stop
eenie meenie miny moe
not tre pound, a .44
pick a strap, detect a mac
the whole clip stab it in ya back
i blow ya brains, i know ya name
and where ya rest, i make a mess
the hollow tips, they hit ya chest
you cough up blood, to heal your mess
come pick you up, you know ya fucked
when you get on a stretcheeeeer…
cuz i come through the ICU to see you off to heaven
the system i done been through, with theres nothin you can do me
they lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
the criminals, be criminals, why they up in corrections
they come on, get a Nine, and commit crime to perfection
its murder one, they find a gun, now they doin ballistics
but they cant find the fingerprints this shits goin terrific
get so close to ya target that its really hard to miss it

[Chorus]
You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazy
I see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make me
They wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage me
I come back bigger, stronger, and angry

[Verse 2: Eminem]

yea yea yea yea
Man these are average raps, im keepin the savage batch hidden
a can of whoop ass with a shady aftermath lid
you pop off the top, its like open and vats of acid
beat the octomom to death with a cabbage a patch kid
attack her snatch, yea theres something to jack a batch in
impregnate her, then shoot up the embrio sack with mac tens
triplets, quadroplets and a couple of back to back twins
that fetus is 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 burried in my fuckin backyard, still tryin to dig thier way out
i form like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
Its past your curfew and its dark
im searching for you in the park
shady murdered, yet another virgin
he just hid 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
cuz me and dre and 50, we wont never get caught by the cops
seeing how they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top

[Chorus]
You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazy
I see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make me
They wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage me
I come back bigger, stronger, and angry

[Verse 3: Eminem and 50 Cent]

[Eminem]
Im as ill as can be,
my pill is to serial killer as what a pill is to me
killing so villianously, still as minical on the niquil, as psycho as michael myers
you know what we’re like on the motherfuckin mic, so try us
and you’re goin to find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers

[50 Cent]
Its operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
squeezin, he bleedin, he weezin breathin, he half dead
he musnt know, but know he know, how shady aftermath is
even murderous tactics, get better with practice
lead showers, gun powder
feel the talons, Burn burn
Jewel of arts, Juliard, you better, learn learn

[Eminem]
Chris reeves, in his grave, ya homie, turn turn
im the debating, utilating the lady
you been waiting for shady and Fifth
aint 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 Porsha when i tossed her
Arms and legs in the garabge cuz the rest of her i lost her
her head is in the disposal with Jessica’s, i squashed her
and put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub

[50 Cent]

When im through with Ricky, it’ll be blood that’ll cough up
a hard rock, or softer, get caught up, and get washed up
in detroit im awful
when is this ship is nauseous
look deep in my eyes
see, many many many men die
i swing gym stars faster than samuri

[Chorus]
You see im a psycho, a sicko, im crazy
I see i got my knife pull’d, I’ll kill you, dont make me
They wanna see me, shot up, locked up, and cage me
I come back bigger, stronger, and angry

by nbU'