Psycho
50 Cent Eminem Lyrics


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I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
Yeah, yeah, I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Yeah, look, look, I come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest
I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher
'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven
The system I done been through it, there's nothing new there to me
They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections
They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection
It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
In the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Dead fetuses 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 buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit 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
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Killing so villainously
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers

It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
He must ain't know, but now we know how shady the math is
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn, learn

Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn, turn
I'm debating mutilating the lady
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't 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 Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub

When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Look deep in my eye, see many, many men die
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai

You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)




I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Psycho" by 50 Cent and Eminem describe their violent and unpredictable personalities, as well as their disregard for authority and desire for revenge. The chorus states that the singer can hear the other person's heartbeat, indicating their fear in the presence of the singer. The verses detail the singer's willingness to commit murder and their confidence in avoiding punishment. The second verse focuses on Eminem's character's twisted relationship with women, describing violence and murder.


The song highlights the extreme violence and aggression that have become hallmarks of Eminem's and 50 Cent's music careers. The characters they portray in "Psycho" are unrepentant and remorseless, reveling in their power and the terror they inflict on others. The lyrics are also notable for their graphic descriptions of violence against women, which have been a source of controversy throughout Eminem's career.


Overall, "Psycho" is a chilling portrayal of two individuals who have embraced their darkest instincts and are willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.


Line by Line Meaning

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I sense your fear and insecurity


You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I have a disturbed and unstable personality


I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I have a severe mental disorder


I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I have a weapon ready to harm


I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
I will be driven to take a life if provoked


They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
They desire to witness my demise


Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
Imprisonment cannot contain me


I'll come back bigger (bigger)
I'll return stronger and more influential


Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
More powerful and filled with rage


Look, I come from a different crew
I have a unique background


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


A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
If I'm bored, I'll harm you for no reason


Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
I engage in violent confrontations without hesitation


Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, trey pound or forty fo'
I randomly choose a weapon to use in my violent acts


Pick a strap, The Tec, the Mac, the Hawk, I stab it in your back
I select a firearm and use it to betray and harm you


I'll blow your brains, I know your name and where you rest
I will kill you and I have knowledge of your identity and location


I'll make a mess
I will create chaos and destruction


The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
My bullets will penetrate your body, causing you to bleed profusely until emergency medical services arrive


Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get on the stretcher
When you are placed on the stretcher, it signifies your inevitable demise


'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven
I visit the intensive care unit to witness your transition to the afterlife


The system I done been through it, there's nothing new there to me
I am familiar with the legal system and its consequences


They lock me up, they let me out, you seen this in the movies
I have been incarcerated multiple times, as depicted in films


The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections
Even in prison, criminals continue to engage in illegal activities


They come home, get a nine, then commit crime to perfection
Upon release, they obtain a firearm and execute crimes flawlessly


It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
The crime scene indicates premeditated murder, leading investigators to analyze the ballistic evidence


But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
No fingerprints are found, indicating the criminals' expertise in covering their tracks


Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it
Approach your target with such proximity that failure becomes unlikely


Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
These lyrics are mediocre, concealing my true talent


In the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
Hiding my superior skills within the record label's brand of aggression


You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
When you uncover my true abilities, it's akin to unleashing a hazardous substance


Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Engage in extreme violence by using a harmless children's toy to harm someone


Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Assaulting a woman's genitalia is a satisfying act of aggression


Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
Forcefully impregnate and subsequently destroy the unborn using automatic weapons


Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
Multiple pregnancies resulting from the act of violence


Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
Dead unborn babies are scattered everywhere, demonstrating my return to violence


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


But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
I have only just begun to cause harm, much like my previous relationships


That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
I buried my ex-girlfriends' bodies in my yard, and they still try to escape their graves


I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
I become aggressive like a trained dog, how long are you willing to remain outside?


It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
If you are out late, I will hunt for you in the darkness of the park


Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
Eminem has killed yet another innocent person, successfully completing his mission


He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
He fulfilled his assigned target quota, and they discovered a body wrapped in a blanket


Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
He transported the corpse by dragging it for a short distance


Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
He vanished without leaving any evidence behind


'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
Because Eminem, Dr. Dre, and 50 Cent will always evade capture by the police


CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
The crime scene investigators despise us, but they must acknowledge our skill and expertise


If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
When faced with conflict, grab a large knife from the kitchen counter


Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
I am extremely disturbed and dangerous


My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
I have a charismatic quality that attracts other serial killers, just like pills attract me


Killing so villainously
I engage in murder with evil intent


Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even under the influence of medication, I retain my insanity and resemble the fictional character Michael Myers


You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
You are aware of our lethal skills on the microphone, so don't test us


And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If you provoke us, you'll experience the true extent of our sadistic tendencies


It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
A surgical procedure is taking place, involving the use of electrical equipment


Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
As we inflict pain, he is in a critical state, barely alive


He must ain't know, but now we know how shady the math is
He may have been unaware, but we now understand how devious our actions are


Even murderous tactics get better with practice
As we engage in more killings, our methods become more refined


Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn
Bullets rain down, gunpowder fills the air, and the pain from our actions intensifies


School of arts, Julliard, you better learn, learn
Our mastery of violence and destruction is equivalent to the education received at a prestigious art school


Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn, turn
Even Superman (Chris Reeves) would be horrified if he could witness our actions


I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am considering violently disfiguring a woman


You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
You have longed for the combination of Eminem and 50 Cent, and there is no substitute for it


There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
A baby is being subjected to harm in the dryer, and a dismembered body is being cleaned in the washing machine


I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
I suspect that the body parts may be those of Portia, whom I disposed of


Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her
I discarded her limbs in the trash because I couldn't locate the remainder of her body


Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
I disposed of her head in the garbage disposal, just as I did with Jessica's


And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
I subjected her to intense suffering and hung her body above the washing area


When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
After I'm done with Ricky, he will spit up blood from the severe harm inflicted upon him


A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
I'll break down a tough individual, make them vulnerable, and ultimately destroy them


In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Whether in Detroit or Norfolk, observing our actions will lead to intense feelings of sickness


Look deep in my eye, see many, many men die
Gaze into my eyes and witness the countless deaths caused by my hand


I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I skillfully throw shurikens (a traditional Japanese weapon) at an impressive speed




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Dawaun Parker, Mark Batson, Marshall B III Mathers, Trevor Anthony Lawrence, Curtis Jackson

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