American Psycho Lyrics

D12


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Jeff Bass, Rufus Johnson, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Denaun M Porter
album: Track in album Devil's Night
release date: 2001-6-18
popularity : 16 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Hardcore Hip-Hop/Thug Rap
length: 4:37
producer: Eminem
mixer: Richard Huredia
drums programming: DJ Head
writer: Ondre Moore, Rufus Arthur Johnson, Von Carlisle, Andre Young, Louis Freese, Mike Elizondo, Eminem

Cover Art

D12 Devil's Night cover art
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I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mind****, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting
I'm (what), a human mutt **** a being I'm a dog
**** lambs, I'm silencing 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board
Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some ****, yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" **** no, **********ing schizo
So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes
Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind?
What the **** you think's goin' through when he's writin' his rhyme

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 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 violent screams

It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
She'll come to your door, suck your **** on the floor
And take your bottles to the store (*****, I'm takin these)
Have you ever seen a ***** get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another *****'s meat?
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
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)
My **** is burning, it ain't cause of disease
Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl
**** David Koresh, I'm starting my own world
It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary
Eating a virgin's cherry, then I'm gonna laugh at you Carrie

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 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 violent screams

I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
A ***** you ever set sight on, my right arm's
Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago's pythons so
"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"
Light yo' *** like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife ****** that's your "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
I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
So you can have somethin' to stare at

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 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 violent screams


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Another Public Service Announcement
  • 2 Shit Can Happen
  • 3 Pistol Pistol
  • 4 Bizarre (skit)
  • 5 Nasty Mind
  • 6 Ain't Nuttin' but Music
  • 7 American Psycho
  • 8 That's How (skit)
  • 9 That's How...
  • 10 Purple Pills
  • 11 Fight Music
  • 12 Instigator
  • 13 Pimp Like Me
  • 14 Blow My Buzz
  • 15 Obie Trice (skit)
  • 16 Devil's Night
  • 17 Steve Berman (skit)
  • 18 Revelation
  • 19 Girls
    CD 2
  • 1 Shit on You
  • 2 Words Are Weapons
  • 3 These Drugs