B-Real American Psycho III (Feat. Bizarre and Eminem) Lyrics

[Chorus: B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a psycho

[Verse 1: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me,
I'll be under a tree, In b___fuck Tennessee,
And I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and f___ed me in my f____,
I ain't a racist I just hate whites, f__s and d___s, blacks and transvestites,
13 years old And joined a f___ing gang,
Hair under my a__ cheeks feeling the f___ing pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can f___ing Blow,
I get colder than december, black the f___ out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about,
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it The f___ out,
Run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the f___ out

[Eminem:]
I 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 f___in head hit the s_____nk, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to My 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
It's been two hours and 6 days and I'm still up,
I feel like I'm about to snap any 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 did That s___ to Xzibit, and go fill up
A whole liquor bottle with p___ and go shatter his f___in lips with it

[Verse 2: B-Real]
Now Let Me Give You Just A Little Peak Inside Of The Mind,
Now everyday of the week I'm destined for crime,
Hearin the little voices speaken out at me blind
Ya know, the little saying be "you're Sick But Your Fine
"but maybe I have a little chemechal imbalance,
But I can balance the barrel enough to make you
Come out of your apparel, make you sing a little carol,
Handsin the air, like your at a concert and I'll rob ya
Like I just don't care, now your jewels are my jewels
And my tools got pools, your draws got stools, break
Yourself fool, what could you do to this maniac and
Lunatic that already hasn't been done, go ahead and
Shoot him, put him in prison he's just a superstition,
Make a decicion, cause if I ever get out of this hole it's
Perfection, never will change, sick in the brain, spit on
Your brain, s___ on your name, give me the blame, I'm a psycho