Psycho
Eminem feat. 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 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

Overall Meaning

In Eminem's song "Psycho," the rapper, along with his collaborator 50 Cent, describe themselves as mentally unstable and dangerous. The chorus repeatedly says "I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared," emphasizing their willingness to do harm. The verses are full of explicit descriptions of violence, such as "I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me," and "The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up."


The lyrics suggest that the two rappers are deeply distrustful of those around them, seeing enemies everywhere they go. The lines "Pick a strap the Tec, the Mac, The hawk I'll stab it in your back," imply that they are always armed and ready to strike. The second verse also highlights the fact that the characters have a history of criminal activity, with lines like "They come home, get a 9, N***a commit trying perfection," implying that they see prison as a place to hone their criminal skills.


Overall, "Psycho" seems to be a song about two violent, paranoid men who are proud of their willingness to do harm. The lyrics are graphic and often disturbing, painting a vivid picture of a world where danger lurks at every turn.


Line by Line Meaning

I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah
I can sense your fear by the rhythm of your heartbeat


You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I am mentally unstable and exhibit abnormal behavior


I said I got my knife pulled, I'll kill you if you make me
I am threatening to harm you with a knife if you provoke me


They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
There are people who desire to see me injured, imprisoned, and confined


I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
I will return with increased power and intensity, fueled by anger


Look look, I've come from a different crew
Pay attention, I am associated with a distinct group of individuals


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 a few rounds from my firearm


'Cause I ain't got shit to do
I have nothing better to occupy my time with


Pistol poppin', a pussy drop
Engaging in gunfire, causing someone weak to fall


Drama never ever stop
Conflict and turmoil persist without end


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


Now tre pound or 44
Deciding between a .357 or .44 caliber handgun


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 betray and harm you, metaphorically speaking


I'll blow your brains, I know your name
I will cause severe brain damage, and I am familiar with your identity


And where you rest, I'll make a mess
I will disturb and disrupt your peaceful environment


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


Call for blood to E-M-S
Requesting medical assistance to treat severe injuries


Come pick you up
Emergency Medical Services will arrive to transport you


You know you fucked when
It is clear that you are in a dire situation


You get on a stretcher
When you are placed onto a medical stretcher for transport


'Cause I'll come in to ICU
I will visit you in 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 have experienced and endured the criminal justice system


There's nothing new to me
I am familiar with all the aspects of this situation


They locked me up they let me out
I was imprisoned but eventually released


You seen this in the movies
You may have witnessed similar situations portrayed in films


The criminals be criminals
Those involved in criminal activities continue to do so


Why they up in corrections
Why they are incarcerated in the correctional system


They come home, get a 9
They return home and acquire a 9mm handgun


Nigga commit trying perfection
Some individuals aim for flawlessness in their criminal actions


It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
Once a gun is discovered, it becomes evidence in a murder investigation


But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
No fingerprints can be detected, which is advantageous for the perpetrator


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


Man, these are average raps, I'm keeping the savage batch hidden
These common lyrics are unremarkable, while my superior content remains concealed


The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath lid
Ready to unleash a violent and intense assault from Shady/Aftermath Records


You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Upon removing the lid, the consequences will be severe and corrosive


Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Engaging in a hypothetical scenario of extreme violence against Octomom with a child's toy


Attack a snatch, yeah, there's something to jack a batch in
Assaulting a woman, implying there is something worth stealing from her


Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac-10s'
Sexually impregnating someone, then violently rupturing the embryo with multiple Mac-10 firearms


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


Dead fetuses falling out all over, Jack is back again
Non-viable fetuses are emerging uncontrollably, indicating Jack's return for more carnage


The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous
Jack the Ripper is ready to satisfy your needs, and he detects your anxiety


But I barely scratched the surface like my last batch of girlfriends
The extent of my actions has merely skimmed the surface, much like my previous romantic partners


That I buried in my fucking backyard still trying to dig their way out
I metaphorically buried my former lovers, yet they persistently attempt to escape


I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out?
I become furious and aggressive like a trained attack 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
You have exceeded your designated time limit, and under cover of darkness, I am actively seeking you in the park


Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark
Eminem, alias Shady, has killed another innocent person, successfully completing his intended objective


He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
He achieved his predetermined target for this month, and Dakota was discovered in a wrapped state


Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Dakota's lifeless body was placed in a bag, and it is likely that it was transported by dragging it along for a short distance


Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
Vanishing completely without leaving any evidence behind, including no trace of DNA


'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
Dr. Dre, 50 Cent, and I will always evade being captured by law enforcement


CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot of props
The Crime Scene Investigation unit may despise us, but they have to acknowledge our skills and achievements


The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops
When a conflict arises, quickly retrieve the large knife stored on the kitchen countertops


I'm as ill as can be
I am as mentally disturbed as possible


My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Serial killers find me attractive, just as I am addicted to pills


Killing so villainously
Engaging in murder with extreme cruelty and malice


Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
Even under the influence of NyQuil, I remain mentally unstable and behave like the fictional movie character Michael Myers


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


And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
If you provoke us, you will experience the sadistic methods we employ, including the use of pliers


It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Now is the time to execute our plan, as he is restrained and connected to various wires


Squeezing, he bleeding wheezing, breathing he half dead
Applying pressure, causing him to bleed and struggle to breathe, as he is only partially alive


He must ain't know, but now he know how Shady the Math is
He likely did not realize the extent of our aggression, but he has now learned how ruthless Eminem and his crew can be


Even murderous tactics get better with practice
As one gains experience, their ability to carry out deadly acts improves


Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn
Bullets raining down like heavy rain, causing the sensation of burning talons


School of arts, Julliard, you better learn learn
Consider this a lesson from a prestigious performing arts school, Julliard, where you need to acquire knowledge and skills


Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn turn
Christopher Reeves, also known as Superman, is rolling in his grave due to the shocking actions being described


I'm debating mutilating the lady
I am contemplating inflicting severe bodily harm on the woman


You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
You have anticipated the collaboration between Eminem and 50 Cent, and there is nothing else that can replicate it


There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
A baby's body is inside the clothes dryer, and a severed torso is in the washing machine


I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
It is possible that the body parts belong to Portia, whom I disposed of earlier


Arms and legs in the garbage, cause the rest of her, I lost her
I discarded her arms and legs into the trash, as I have misplaced the rest of her body


Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
Both Portia's and Jessica's heads are in the waste disposal unit, and I have crushed Portia's head


I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub
I placed her body on the clothes wringer and suspended it above the wash tub


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 expose someone who presents a tough exterior, resulting in their destruction


In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit, end up nauseous
Whether it occurs in Detroit or Norfolk, witnessing our actions will cause extreme disgust and sickness


Look deep in my eye, see many many men die
Gaze into my eyes, and you will witness the numerous deaths I have caused


I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
I swiftly throw metal throwing stars with more speed than a skilled Samurai warrior




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, DAWAUN PARKER, MARK BATSON, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, TREVOR ANTHONY LAWRENCE, CURTIS JACKSON

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