Psycho
Eminem / 50 Cent 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 Eminem and 50 Cent are disturbing and intense, portraying the mentality of two individuals who are cold, calculated, and unafraid of violence. The song speaks of how the artists' willingness to commit heinous crimes is a result of their past experiences.


The first verse describes how the heart of their victim beats with fear, suggesting that the victim is aware of their fate. In the subsequent verses, they talk about their homicidal tendencies and how they came to be the way they are. The chorus states that they are aware of their condition; they are sick and crazy but still cannot help who they are.


In the second verse, the artists speak of their involvement with criminal activities and how they will continue to commit crimes regardless of being locked up or "caged" because they will come back even "bigger, stronger and angrier." The third verse illustrates how they enjoy committing violent acts, comparing murder to a hobby. The verse is exceptionally graphic as they express how they kill and where they dispose of the bodies.


Overall, the lyrics of "Psycho" are a disturbing portrayal of the mentality of two violent individuals who are unremorseful about their actions.


Line by Line Meaning

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared
I am able to sense your fear and increased heart rate


You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I am describing myself as mentally unstable and deranged


I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I am emphasizing my insanity and irrational behavior


I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I am declaring that I am armed with a knife


I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
I am warning that I am willing to take someone's life if provoked


They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
There are people who desire to witness me being attacked or harmed


Locked up (locked up), you can cage me (cage me)
Even if I am imprisoned or confined, you cannot contain my dangerous nature


I'll come back bigger (bigger)
I will return with greater strength or influence


Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
I will return with intensified power and increased rage


Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hid
I am dismissing these ordinary lyrics and holding onto my more violent and brutal ones


In the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
I store my aggressive and harmful thoughts in a metaphorical container labeled 'Shady Aftermath'


You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
When you release my dark thoughts, it's like exposing a highly corrosive substance


Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
I metaphorically describe committing violence by mentioning assaulting a well-known figure with a harmless toy


Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
I suggest engaging in criminal activity, specifically targeting women


Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sac with MAC-10s
I talk about impregnating someone and then causing harm to the unborn through gunfire


Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins
I fantasize about causing multiple pregnancies and multiple deaths


Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
I imagine a grotesque scene where aborted fetuses are scattered everywhere


The Ripper's at your service, girl, I can see that you're nervous
I present myself as a serial killer and acknowledge the fear I instill in others


But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
I suggest that I haven't fully explored my violent tendencies, just like I haven't delved deeply into past relationships


That I buried in my fucking backyard, still trying to dig their way out
I imply that I have killed and buried previous romantic partners and they may still be trying to escape their graves


I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
I display my aggressiveness and ask how long someone wants to remain outside before facing consequences


It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
I mention violating curfew and lurking in the darkness of a park to find and harm someone


Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
I state that my alter ego, Shady, has killed another inexperienced person, achieving his intended goal


He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
I imply that I have reached my desired number of victims, and one of them, named Dakota, was found in a rolled-up state


Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
The victim's remains were contained within a bag, and I suggest that I may have dragged the body a short distance


Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
I claim that I leave no evidence behind when committing crimes, including the absence of any DNA


'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
I declare that my collaborators Dr. Dre and 50 Cent are also skilled at avoiding law enforcement


CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
While crime scene investigators may despise us, they must acknowledge our skill and success in evading capture


If drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
In the event of a confrontation, I suggest reaching for a large knife that is easily accessible in the kitchen


Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
I want to emphasize that I am exceptionally sick or mentally unstable


My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
I compare my appeal to that of a pill for drug addicts, but directed towards individuals who have a fascination with serial killing


Killing so villainously
I pride myself on committing murders in a particularly wicked and evil manner


Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even under the influence of medication like NyQuil, I maintain my crazed and psychotic nature, similar to the fictional character Michael Myers


You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
I challenge others to test our skills and abilities on the microphone


And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If provoked, people will realize the extent of our brutality and torture, comparing it to using pliers


It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
I refer to the act of torturing someone, suggesting that they are attached to wires for an operation that inflicts pain


Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
As a result of the torture, the victim is in a state of severe pain, bleeding, struggling to breathe, and close to death


He must ain't know, but now we know how shady the math is
The victim was likely unaware of the severity of their situation, but they now understand the cruel nature of our actions


Even murderous tactics get better with practice
I suggest that with experience, our methods for killing and causing harm have become more refined and effective


Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn
I describe the use of firearms and the sensation of bullets penetrating the body, causing intense pain and burning


School of arts, Julliard, you better learn, learn
I compare our ability to harm others to a renowned performing arts school, Julliard, implying that one should be prepared to face the consequences


Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn, turn
I make a reference to the late Christopher Reeve (Superman actor), suggesting that he would turn over in his grave due to the violent nature of our actions


I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am considering inflicting severe physical harm on a woman


You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
I imply that fans have been anticipating the collaboration between me (Shady) and 50 Cent, and our unique style cannot be replicated


There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I shockingly describe disturbing scenes involving a baby in a clothes dryer and a severed torso being washed


I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
I suggest that the detached body part might have belonged to a person named Portia, whom I may have disposed of


Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her
I mention discarding severed limbs in the trash because I misplaced the remainder of the victim's body


Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
I reveal that I have disposed of one victim's head in a garbage disposal unit, specifically mentioning a woman named Jessica


And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
I metaphorically describe subjecting the victim to extreme hardship and then displaying their body over a sink used for washing


When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
I indicate that after I am done with an individual named Ricky, he will suffer severe injuries and cough up blood


A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
I assert that even someone who appears tough will be weakened and defeated by my actions


In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Whether in Detroit or Norfolk, people who witness my violent acts will feel sick and disgusted


Look deep in my eye, see many, many men die
By staring into my eyes, one can sense the death and destruction I have caused


I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I compare my ability to throw sharp projectile weapons (gem stars) to that of a highly skilled Samurai warrior


Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
I want to emphasize that I am exceptionally sick or mentally unstable


My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
I compare my appeal to that of a pill for drug addicts, but directed towards individuals who have a fascination with serial killing


Killing so villainously
I pride myself on committing murders in a particularly wicked and evil manner


Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even under the influence of medication like NyQuil, I maintain my crazed and psychotic nature, similar to the fictional character Michael Myers


You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic so try us
I challenge others to test our skills and abilities on the microphone


And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If provoked, people will realize the extent of our brutality and torture, comparing it to using pliers


It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
I refer to the act of torturing someone, suggesting that they are attached to wires for an operation that inflicts pain


Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
As a result of the torture, the victim is in a state of severe pain, bleeding, struggling to breathe, and close to death


He must ain't know, but now we know how shady the math is
The victim was likely unaware of the severity of their situation, but they now understand the cruel nature of our actions


Even murderous tactics get better with practice
I suggest that with experience, our methods for killing and causing harm have become more refined and effective


Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn
I describe the use of firearms and the sensation of bullets penetrating the body, causing intense pain and burning


School of arts, Julliard, you better learn, learn
I compare our ability to harm others to a renowned performing arts school, Julliard, implying that one should be prepared to face the consequences


Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn, turn
I make a reference to the late Christopher Reeve (Superman actor), suggesting that he would turn over in his grave due to the violent nature of our actions


I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am considering inflicting severe physical harm on a woman


You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
I imply that fans have been anticipating the collaboration between me (Shady) and 50 Cent, and our unique style cannot be replicated


There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I shockingly describe disturbing scenes involving a baby in a clothes dryer and a severed torso being washed


I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
I suggest that the detached body part might have belonged to a person named Portia, whom I may have disposed of


Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her
I mention discarding severed limbs in the trash because I misplaced the remainder of the victim's body


Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
I reveal that I have disposed of one victim's head in a garbage disposal unit, specifically mentioning a woman named Jessica


And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
I metaphorically describe subjecting the victim to extreme hardship and then displaying their body over a sink used for washing


When I'm through with Ricky, it'll be blood that he'll cough up
I indicate that after I am done with an individual named Ricky, he will suffer severe injuries and cough up blood


A hard rock, I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
I assert that even someone who appears tough will be weakened and defeated by my actions


In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Whether in Detroit or Norfolk, people who witness my violent acts will feel sick and disgusted


Look deep in my eye, see many, many men die
By staring into my eyes, one can sense the death and destruction I have caused


I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I compare my ability to throw sharp projectile weapons (gem stars) to that of a highly skilled Samurai warrior


You see I'm a psycho (a psycho), a sicko (a sicko)
I am describing myself as mentally unstable and deranged


I'm crazy (I'm crazy, I'm crazy)
I am emphasizing my insanity and irrational behavior


I said I got my knife pulled (knife pulled)
I am declaring that I am armed with a knife


I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
I am warning that I am willing to take someone's life if provoked


They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
There are people who desire to witness me being attacked or harmed


Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
Even if I am imprisoned or confined, you cannot contain my dangerous nature


I'll come back bigger (bigger)
I will return with greater strength or influence


Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
I will return with intensified power and increased rage




Lyrics Β© 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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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 sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Look look, I've come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll put through you
'Cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
Drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe
Now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac
The hawk I'll 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 hit ya chest
Call for blood to E-M-S
Come pick you up
You know you fucked when
You get on a stretcher
'Cause I'll come in to ICU
To see you off to heaven
The system I done been through it
There's nothing new to me
They locked me up they let me out
You seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals
Why they up in corrections
They come home, get a 9
Nigga commit trying perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
Get so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
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 sack 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
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
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, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
He must ain't know, but now he 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
I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
The 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 sicko, I'm crazy
I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry



All comments from YouTube:

Hoyt_Arms

The way him and 50 came in and out of flow together and didn't skip a BEAT. one of the best songs ever

AshleyBidensDiary

Yea like Fast Lane with Royce. They did it really well too

Darth Troller

I love how Shady and 50 always flow very well on the same song

Michael Daniel

cause shady writes it...50 ain't had song that wasn't for strippers for years

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Sean Moran

one of the best rap songs of all time

kolbyhoward

2020 gang!! 50's flow is immaculate that was so unexpected when I first heard it sheesh. Em was at home in this beat I've never heard him lay on a track so smooth. He owned his flow. I was most impressed how 50 kept up with the horrorcore elements in his own way. After revisiting this is definitely a classic Fif ans Em collab πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

The SaintsSeven

Yes sir the hooks are Also lit as fuck , gives some Motivation too

BOLI BAK50

You damn right bro, 50 a versatile vet

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Zodiac909

Track is CRIMINALLY under-rated.

Frederick Barbarossa

This song has aged like fine wine from the holy grail. Probably one of Dre's most underrated produced tracks. BEAT is πŸ”₯

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