American Psycho )
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Yeah, homie
I thought we, told we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho

We're fuckin' crazy
We'll fuckin' snap in a minute bitch

I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us
Poking they nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to and I don't have to read a fucking
Magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do

We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair
And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!"
So watch what you say cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the 'hood for "the G of the Week"

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho

You know what, I am crazy
As hell

Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho

Nigga I'm about to snap any minute nigga, evacuate

They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me
I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny
I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!

I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up
I feel like I'm about to snap any minute
There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fucking lips with it

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain, cause I'm a psycho





Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to D12's "American Psycho II" Ft B-Real depict the mind of a psychopath killer, as they journey through their distorted thoughts and violent actions. The opening line "I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing" sets the tone for the rest of the song, as the lyrics become more gruesome and twisted with each verse. The rapper describes themselves as a "mindfuck," completely disgusting and with thoughts that are completely warped. They talk about committing murders that forensic science could not solve, and having a giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers.


The second verse takes a darker turn, with the rapper describing their life of drugs, violence, and sexual deviance. They talk about picking up transvestites on their motorcycle, having a crackhead girlfriend who will suck anyone's dick, and beating women who won't cheat. They describe burning their own genitals with gasoline and antifreeze, and starting their own world called "Bizarre Cemetery" where they eat virgins' cherries. The song ends with one final verse from B-Real, who adds to the insanity with references to liquid nitro-gas, Michael Myers, and cop killings.


Overall, "American Psycho II" is a disturbing and graphic song that showcases the dark side of human nature. The lyrics delve into topics such as murder, rape, and sexual violence, and are not suitable for all listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing
I am so corrupt that I could be considered the embodiment of evil.


The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
My behavior and mindset are the byproduct of overindulging in narcotics.


I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting
My actions are so absurd and depraved that they are difficult to comprehend and make one feel revulsion.


I'm (what), a human mutt fuck a being I'm a dog
I am subhuman and animalistic, deranged to the point of engaging in bestiality.


Fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all
I have no pity for my victims, no matter how innocent they may be.


I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
I am proficient in executing killings and leaving no evidence behind to be analyzed by forensic investigators.


Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
My supreme confidence in my sadism, to the point of recklessness, renders me resistant to any external moral, emotional or practical concerns.


Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
I am overly confident to the point of absurdity and disrespect of societal norms or personal decency.


Each thought's completely warped
All my ideas and opinions are twisted and perverted.


I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board
I possess such power of the supernatural and demonic, such as that emanated by a Ouija board.


Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
I communicate in a manner that is incomprehensible to most; my language resembles that used by religious fanatics or those in psychogenic fugue states.


Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf
I speak gibberish or verbal nonsense.


Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Have you ever felt a sense of the supernatural or malevolent in a song to the point that you were afraid to look at yourself in the mirror?


Well if so, get ready for some shit, yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo
If you have experienced that, then brace yourself, as it is about to get even more terrifying. And no, it is not a prank, it is real, I am a schizophrenic.


So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes
I am incredibly unstable and go berserk even in the slightest manner. I would go to the extent of killing prostitutes by slitting their throats with my fists and scissors.


Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
It serves as a warning that one should not mess up with someone as insane as myself, and especially one that gets even more dangerous when sipping in codeine-laced cough syrup.


So lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
It advises one to take extreme precautions as I am coming, and it is going to be like The Clockwork Orange, an infamous dystopian film notorious for containing scenes involving horrific levels of violence, sexual and social anarchy.


Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin' through when he's writin' his rhyme
Bizarre, a rapper and member of the D12 team, is constantly producing disturbed works of art. It is debatable whether this is due to any pre-existing mental health concerns or just his unusual creativity.


You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams
This is a description of what it is going to be like going through the mind of a brutal killer such as me. It assures you that you will feel the pain and the torment that consumes me every waking moment, and this will be an experience beyond your imagination.


It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
I am a biker gang member, spending another weekend at a nightclub, and this time it is a transgender party. I am used to riding my motorcycle and picking up various male and female hookups.


My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'm takin these)
My girlfriend is a drug addict working as a prostitute to feed her habit. She goes to random people, presumably to sell stolen goods for cash, but also to offer them sexual services.


Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
Have you ever witnessed domestic abuse or sexual violence as a punishment for one's partner for not committing adultery or engaging in promiscuity with other men?


My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face
I have a son who is now of age but homeless. Instead of welcoming him home, I chose to disown him, adding salt to his open wound.


And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
I am penniless and suffered job exploitation. To add to my troubles, my girlfriend had a miscarriage, and I went to the lengths of eating the fetus.


My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
My penis's burning sensation is not caused by any STI, but by my extreme masturbation methods, which involve gasoline and antifreeze.


I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world
I am rebelling against the government's authority while living in the same city where David Koresh, a cult leader involved in 1993 Waco Siege, carried out a similar struggle.


It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry, then I'm gonna laugh at you Carrie
I have established my own unconventional burial site, which is likely to be bone-chilling and eerie. I plan on committing defiling acts such as sexual conquests with virgins and bullying that traumatized the titular character from Stephen King's horror novel Carrie.


I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago's pythons so
I was born in a peculiar and ominous way but grew up to become a heavy smoker and drinker, setting a foundation for my devilish personality. Having been created by God in a distinguishing manner, I harbor unwelcome qualities and carry immense strength in my right arm.


"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer"
This is a continuation of the previous chorus describing, how I am unlike ordinary killers and that venturing into my inner self is as dangerous as being exposed to corrosive liquid nitrogen gas. I am a hybrid of several pop culture's favorite psycho killers like Michael Myers and Michael Jack's Thriller album. My weapons of choice would be gun and knife, culminating into the term 'cop killer.'


As a yung'un, I was beat where I was living (aight) Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
As a child, I was subjected to a lot of violence that resulted in me developing cross-dressing habits. Eventually, I was arrested for this behavior and sent to a female prison, where I was assaulted. This trauma led me down the path of a thug, reliant on prescription drugs like Ritalin, which further amplified my criminal tendencies. This ultimately led to public disgust when they discovered my crimes committed against children.


I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin' to stare at
I am highly offensive and depraved, and I am willing to subject even celebrity icons like Bo Derek, to violence. I take pleasure in creating situations of deep discomfort and trauma.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Louis M. Freeze, Von M. Carlisle, Rufus B. Johnson, Andre Romell Young, Ondre C. Moore, Marshall B. III Mathers, Michael A. Jr. Elizondo

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