Slaughterhouse - Psychopath Killer Instrumental ft. Yelawolf & Eminem

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  • @CaliforniaDreamin3693
    @CaliforniaDreamin3693 10 дней назад

    Hip hop instrumental

  • @M.CALL3B3
    @M.CALL3B3 Год назад +1

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  • @Everythingisdad
    @Everythingisdad 4 месяца назад

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    I guess you could consider it poetry
    But with me it started out with just words just words
    They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started
    Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
    By this time I was an artist so
    I just started to see these pictures, these real visuals
    I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
    (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
    I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
    A psychopath, I'm a killer
    A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
    Sayin' I'm a killer
    Did you ever think we would come to find?
    Maybe in my dreams
    I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
    Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
    Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
    Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his ass
    With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, pissed off
    Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot
    To my inner enemy in a rush
    I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams
    With anything less than a full bank
    It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun
    I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank
    The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't
    Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard
    Every award show, we don't even get considered
    How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical
    To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?
    Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
    Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit
    We put the world onto it so watch how you say "fuck me"
    You just might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it
    Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
    I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity
    And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer
    You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Cause ain't nobody iller
    Knowing nobody for realer
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    It's an elite drinker, mister ringleader
    I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher
    With a street sweeper full of heat seekers
    In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers
    I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver
    Welcome to the slaughterhouse
    Niggas try to tell me I spell too much
    Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R
    Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word
    Making work disappear quick as magic
    Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa
    Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?
    Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question
    Am I the best with the flexing?
    Fuck yes with the goon talk
    I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street
    Crooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller
    I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
    You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Cause ain't nobody iller
    Knowing nobody for realer
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
    Sayin' I'm a killer
    Did you ever think we would come to find?
    Maybe in my dreams
    The thought of retiring
    Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron
    What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?
    I'm hopin' to fill up your opening
    Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements
    First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the isle and
    You've probably already been with all the slaughter and I am in
    No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin
    With no strings attached
    I'm just the product of a hostile environment
    But bein' brought up so brought up inspired
    But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool
    Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme
    And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance
    Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath
    Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' and buyin'
    But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the right
    But everything I write seems wrong and it's like
    I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause
    In the fabric of our modern society
    Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped back to my old antics and shenanigans
    Dammit the pope's mad again
    Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin
    Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again
    In my dad's drag draggin' a faggot in, a glad bag
    Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance, like that again
    You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again?
    I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've thought of another fucking line
    Forgive me father, for I have sinned
    But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a violent streak
    Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet
    Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant
    After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
    So please don't follow me while I revive rap
    I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it
    You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
    Boston, across the marathon finish line and I
    Put your thoughts against mine
    Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar's
    And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire
    Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking swiss army knife
    A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a bar fight
    With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up
    I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie
    I perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end
    Like fuck 'em all I'm just ridin
    Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie and Clyde called
    Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in through the side door
    Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining room
    You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
    Cause ain't nobody iller
    Knowing nobody for realer
    (A psychopath, I'm a killer)