American Psycho II
D12 Lyrics


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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 song American Psycho II convey a sentiment of madness and violence, with each member of the group using their verse to showcase their own version of insanity. The chorus of the song, with its repeated refrain of "I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane/ But the fact remains that I'm a psycho," sets the tone for the whole song. The verses themselves are filled with imagery of murder, revenge, and a general disregard for human life. Some of the lyrics touch on more taboo topics, such as rape and racism.


The song itself is a sequel to the group's original American Psycho, which was released on their 1999 album, The Slim Shady LP. The second version features additional members of the group and a new beat, produced by Dr. Dre. The song is a prime example of D12's unique sound, with its dark humor and horrorcore elements. It's clear that the group was heavily influenced by their mentor Eminem, who is known for his own murderous lyrics and provocative subject matter.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, homie
Acknowledgement of the listener's presence


I thought we, told we been fucking loco
Confirming their group’s craziness


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


Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho
Warning others to not take mentioning them lightly


We're fuckin' crazy We'll fuckin' snap in a minute bitch
Again, confirming their group's tendency for explosive behavior


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
Describing themselves as powerful and deadly, while also being aware of outside scrutiny and capable of causing destruction without being provoked


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"
Presenting themselves as a unified, unstoppable force capable of extreme violence without remorse


Nigga I'm about to snap any minute nigga, evacuate
Warning of their imminent outburst and advising listeners to leave the area for their own safety


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!
Detailing their twisted past and violent tendencies that can erupt at any moment


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
Claiming brain damage and uncertainty in daily life decisions, while also harboring anger towards specific individuals


Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz Rest in peace, homie
Dedicating this song to their deceased friend Bugz




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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