Psycho
50 Cent; Fifty Cent Lyrics

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I can sense your fear through your heartbeat

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
You can't hide your fear from me

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I'm mentally unstable and dangerous

I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
My weapon of choice is a knife and I won't hesitate to use it

They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
People want me dead or in prison

I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I'll return with a vengeance

Look look, I've come from a different crew
I have a different background and loyalty

You fuck with me, I'll get to you
Don't mess with me, or else

A clip or two, I'll put through you
I'll shoot you a few times

'Cause I ain't got shit to do
I have nothing to lose

Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
I use guns frequently and it intimidates people

Drama never ever stop
I'm always surrounded by chaos

Eenie meenie miney moe
I'll choose randomly

Now tre pound or 44
I'll pick either a 3-pound gun or a 44 firearm

Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
I'll choose between a Tec-9 or a Mac-10

The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll stab you in the back with a hatchet

I'll blow your brains, I know your name
I'll kill you and know exactly who you are

And where you rest, I'll make a mess
I'll create chaos in your home

The hollow tips hit ya chest
I'll use hollow-point bullets to shoot you in the chest

Call for blood to E-M-S
I'll call for an ambulance for you

Come pick you up
I'll make sure you get picked up

You know you fucked when
You messed up big time

You get on a stretcher
You end up on a hospital stretcher

'Cause I'll come in to ICU
I'll visit you in the intensive care unit

To see you off to heaven
I'll stay with you until you die

The system I done been through it
I'm experienced with the criminal justice system

There's nothing new to me
I've seen it all before

They locked me up they let me out
I've been in jail and released before

You seen this in the movies
What I do is often portrayed in films

The criminals be criminals
People who commit crimes will always do so

Why they up in corrections
That is why they're in prison

They come home, get a 9
They return home and obtain a firearm

Nigga commit trying perfection
They commit crimes in order to perfect their craft

It's murder when they found the gun, now they doing ballistic
When law enforcement finds the weapon, they analyze it

But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
They won't find my fingerprints on the gun

Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
I'll get as close as possible to my target

Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
I have more intense lyrics that I don't reveal often

The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
My lyrics are more powerful with Dr. Dre and Eminem's backing

You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
My lyrics are explosive, like opening a container of acid

Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
One of my violent, disturbing fantasies

Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
I'll rob someone and sexually assault them

Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s'
I'll shoot a pregnant woman with a Mac-10 firearm

Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
I'll shoot multiple unborn babies at once

Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
I have a twisted fascination with death and violence

The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous
I am a serial killer and I can sense your fear

But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
I am capable of unspeakable atrocities towards women

That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out
I have murdered women and buried them in my backyard

I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
I am always prepared for a fight and to attack

It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
I am hunting for my next victim

Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
I killed another young woman who was inexperienced

He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
I have a quota for how many people I kill per month

Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
I dragged her body and left it in a bag

Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
I am skilled at covering my tracks

'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
We are too smart to get caught by the police

CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
Even though they don't like us, they respect our methods

The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
When drama arises, I will go for a knife from the kitchen

I'm as ill as can be
I am the epitome of madness

My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
I appeal to people who are like me mentally

Killing so villainously
I kill people in the most monstrous ways

Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even while on medication, I am still crazy like Michael Myers

You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
Don't mess with us lyrically

And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
You'll experience our brutality firsthand

It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
I am undertaking a violent mission

Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
My victim is in agony

He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is
My victim didn't know who he was messing with

Even murderous tactics get better with practice
I am always learning and improving my methods

Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
Bullets are raining down and causing destruction

School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
I am a master of my art form

Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
Even Superman couldn't escape my wrath

I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am considering cutting up a woman

You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
Our music is unique and can't be replicated

There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I am doing unspeakable things to people

I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
I think I killed a woman named Portia and dismembered her body

Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her
I threw away her limbs and lost the rest of her body

Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
I put her head in the garbage disposal and killed Jessica as well

I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
I tortured her before killing her

When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
When I'm done with Ricky, he'll be coughing up blood

The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
I'll beat up people who think they're tough

In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
People who see what I do will be disgusted

Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
I have seen a lot of death and violence

I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I am efficient and deadly with my weapons