Eminem - Psychopath k**er lyrics

[Intro - Royce da 5'9"] 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, psychopathical k**er [Yelawolf] (I'm a psychopath, I'm a k**er I'm a psychopath, I'm a k**er A psychopath, I'm a k**er A psychopath, I'm a k**er) [Bridge] Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night Sayin' I'm a k**er Did you ever think we would come to find? Maybe in my dreams [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] 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 cla** Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his head, ruler in his a** 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, 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 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 n***as from Detroit Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit We put the world onto it so watch how you say "f** me" You 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 k**er [Hook: Yelawolf] (I'm a psychopath, I'm a k**er) You ain't ever see a mothaf**a get real (A psychopath, I'm a k**er) Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose (A psychopath, I'm a k**er) Cause ain't nobody iller Knowing nobody for realer (A psychopath, I'm a k**er) [Verse 2: KXNG CROOKED] 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 n***as 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 f**s, word Making work disappear quick as magic Abracadabra, the traffic blacker than Africa Can you imagine a n***a flipping bread for the blood? Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula, ask me a question Am I the best with the flexing? f** 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 k**er [Hook] + [Bridge] [Verse 3: Eminem] 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 [?] And you've probably already been with all the slaughter and iron men 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 f*ggot 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 f**ing 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 f**in' be quiet Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant After he's fallen in pollen Next to a k**er 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 And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire Your bars are like Barney Fife with a f**ing 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 Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song So it's hard for the rhyme to end Like f** 'em all and just ride 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 f** up an asylum and park in the dining room [Hook]