Psycho
50 Cent (Before I Self Destruct) Lyrics

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I am perceptive of your fear and anxiety

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I possess a disturbed and deranged persona

I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I assert that I am armed with a knife and will resort to murder if provoked

They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are individuals who desire my downfall, wishing for me to be shot, imprisoned, and confined

I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I will return with increased size, strength, and fury

Look look, I've come from a different crew
Pay attention, I originate from a distinct group

You fuck with me, I'll get to you
If you provoke me, I will retaliate against you

A clip or two, I'll put through you
I will shoot you with one or more ammunition clips

'Cause I ain't got shit to do
Because I have no worthwhile activities or obligations

Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
Engaging in gun violence and causing fear

Drama never ever stop
Conflict and turmoil always persist

Eenie meenie miney moe
Using a children's counting rhyme to make a random choice

Now tre pound or 44
Deciding between a.38 caliber gun or a .44 caliber gun

Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
Choose a firearm, either a TEC-9 or a MAC-10

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

I'll blow your brains, I know your name
I will shoot you in the head, fully aware of your identity

And where you rest, I'll make a mess
I will create chaos and destruction where you reside

The hollow tips hit ya chest
Bullets with hollow points will strike your torso

Call for blood to E-M-S
Summon emergency medical services due to severe injuries

Come pick you up
Arrive to transport you

You know you fucked when
You are in a disastrous situation when

You get on a stretcher
You are placed on a stretcher for medical assistance

'Cause I'll come in to ICU
Because I will enter the Intensive Care Unit

To see you off to heaven
To witness your departure to the afterlife

The system I done been through it
I am familiar with and have experienced the flaws of the criminal justice system

There's nothing new to me
There are no surprises or novelties in my experiences

They locked me up they let me out
They imprisoned me, but eventually released me

You seen this in the movies
You have witnessed similar scenarios in films

The criminals be criminals
Those engaged in criminal activities will continue to do so

Why they up in corrections
Why do they find themselves in correctional facilities

They come home, get a 9
Once they are released, they acquire a 9mm handgun

Nigga commit trying perfection
Individuals attempt to perfect their criminal actions

It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
The discovery of the firearm transforms the situation into a homicide investigation

But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
However, no fingerprints can be traced, which brings satisfaction

Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
Approach your intended victim with such proximity that failure is unlikely

Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
These lyrics are mediocre, but I possess a collection of more aggressive and intense verses

The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
Metaphorically, my lyrical abilities can unleash a significant level of chaos and destruction

You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
If you provoke me, it will result in a volatile and corrosive reaction

Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Utilizing a bizarre scenario to emphasize my brutality, suggesting a violent act against an individual with a baby or child

Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Engaging in acts of sexual assault, which provides an opportunity for obtaining large amounts of drugs

Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s
Impregnating someone and subsequently killing the developing fetus using automatic firearms

Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Multiple births resulting in sets of three, four, and consecutive pairs of twins

Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
Lifeless unborn babies tumbling out in various places, indicating a return to a state of violence and chaos

The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous
I, the Ripper, am here to cause havoc, and your anxiety is evident

But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
I have only just begun to unleash my cruelty, similar to the superficial impact I had on my previous romantic partners

That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out
The bodies of my ex-girlfriends remain hidden in my yard, yet they persist in attempting to escape

I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
I am filled with rage and aggression, resembling a ferocious guard dog. How much longer do you want to test me?

It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
You have violated your allotted time limit, and in the darkness, I am actively seeking you in the park

Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
Eminem, also known as Shady, has claimed another innocent victim; he has succeeded in his mission

He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
He has fulfilled the predetermined target for his killings within the month, and one of his victims was discovered wrapped

Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
The lifeless body was transported inside a bag, most likely dragged along the ground for a short distance

Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
There is no evidence or genetic material that can link him to the crime; he left without leaving any trace behind

'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, and I will never be apprehended or captured by law enforcement

CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
The television series CSI may despise us, but they have to acknowledge our proficiency and accomplishments

The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
When a conflict arises, I swiftly obtain a large knife from the kitchen countertops

I'm as ill as can be
I am exceptionally sick and deranged

My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
I am highly compelling to individuals who commit multiple murders, just as a pill is addictive to me

Killing so villainously
Taking lives in a cruel and wicked manner

Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even when under the influence of NyQuil, I remain mentally disturbed, comparable to the fictional character Michael Myers

You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
You are aware of our capabilities and aggression when it comes to rapping, so do not underestimate us

And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If you provoke us, you will experience the cruelty and sadism that we are capable of, potentially involving the use of pliers

It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
The time has come to carry out an operation, as the individual is connected to various medical instruments

Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
Applying pressure, causing the person to bleed, wheeze, and struggle to breathe, partially succumbing to death

He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is
He may not have been aware previously, but now he understands the extent of Eminem's (Shady's) and 50 Cent's ruthlessness

Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Even the methods of committing murder become more refined and effective through repetition

Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
Bullets raining down, the smell of gunpowder, and experiencing the searing pain caused by lethal projectiles

School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
This is a metaphorical lesson, reminiscent of a prestigious performing arts institution, emphasizing the need to acquire knowledge

Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
Referencing actor Christopher Reeve in his grave, indicating a dark turn in the conversation

I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am considering carrying out acts of severe physical harm against the woman

You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
You have been anticipating a collaboration between Eminem and 50 Cent, and there is no other duo like us

There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
A baby is inside the appliance for drying clothes, and a torso is located in the machine used for washing laundry

I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
I suspect that the body parts could potentially belong to a person named Portia, whom I disposed of

Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her
The arms and legs have been discarded in the trash, as for the remaining body parts, I am uncertain of their whereabouts

Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
The severed head is in the kitchen sink garbage disposal unit, along with the head of another individual named Jessica, which I crushed

I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
I placed her body in a wringing position and suspended it above the tub used for washing clothes

When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
Once I am finished with Ricky, he will violently expel blood from his mouth

The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
I will weaken and break down the tough individual, leaving them vulnerable and cleansed

In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Whether in Detroit or Norfolk, observing these gruesome acts will lead to feelings of nausea and disgust

Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
Gaze into my eyes to witness the deaths of countless individuals

I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I throw shurikens (Japanese throwing stars) at a rapid pace, surpassing that of a skilled Samurai warrior

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I possess a disturbed and deranged persona

I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I assert that I am armed with a knife and will resort to murder if provoked

They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are individuals who desire my downfall, wishing for me to be shot, imprisoned, and confined

I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I will return with increased size, strength, and fury