D12: American psycho II

I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psychoBetter get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vainCause I'm a psychoI'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open,Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders, I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice whoWas focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't comeSmoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture, Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak whenYou spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice What you hoes'll doWe all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence And 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 deadSerious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun andYour son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,Stomp your head while you awake, you'll 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 weekThey found Saddam, but they ain't gonna 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 racistI just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years oldAnd joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking painAm I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fuckingBlow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even rememberSee Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck outI 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 fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks toMy man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin 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,Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who didThat shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit piss and go shatter his fuckin lips wit it