Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf ☆ Psychopath Killer

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
Feeling it in the air
breathe it in the night
Staring at the full moon
Did you ever think
you would come to find
Maybe in my dreams
I’m a psychopath
I’m never keeping it plain
Lyrical murder is
something I’ve been about
Ever since I was a little
kid doodling in class
Drew a picture of
my teacher bullet in his head
ruler in his ass
With a toilet in front of him
throwing up pissed off
Prolly symbolic of
this thought sick tot
To my inner enemy in a rush
I’m having nightmares
of leaving behind my dreams
With anything
less than a full bank
It’s like I’m General Hong
and I’m standing
in front of a gun
I’m putting myself
in the way of a bullet to pull rank
The hood is over my eye
but the wool ain’t
Yeah got the mentality of being
with a wizard
Every award show
we don’t even get considered
How do you sell
something that’s so lyrical
To a kid who wouldn’t know
what was hitting if it hit him
Now I wanna talk about
these niggas from Detroit
Before me and Shady
who was thinking about Detroit
We put the world onto it
so watch how you say fuck me
You just might jinx yourself
whoop your girl gone do it
Cause I was in that 911
in Chicago 911
at the same time
I had already been grinding
since 97 that’s longevity
And if you think you’re lyrically
better you better be a killer
I’m a psychopath I’m a killer
You ain’t ever seen
a motherfucker get realer
A psychopath I’m a killer
Pull an automatic on
anybody sporadic I choose
A psychopath I’m a killer
Cause ain’t nobody killer
no one nobody for realer
A psychopath I’m a killer
It’s an elite drinker
it’s the 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 has him
a 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 lighting up the street
CROOKED going
Michael Jackson on Thriller
I’m a psychopath I’m a killer
You ain’t ever seen
a motherfucker get realer
A psychopath I’m a killer
Pull an automatic
on anybody sporadic I choose
A psychopath I’m a killer
Cause ain’t nobody killer
no one nobody for realer
A psychopath I’m a killer
Feeling it in the air
breathe it in the night
Staring at the full moon
Did you ever think
you would come to find
Maybe in my dreams
The thought of retiring
Is making me want to
set your daughter on fire
with a soldering ironing
What up mom applying
for the rim job are you hiring
I’m hoping 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 aisle and
You’ve probably already
been with all
the slaughter and I am in
No mood to be playing
second fiddle slob on this violin
With no strings attached
I’m just the product
of a hostile environment
But being brought up
so wrought up inspired
But I don’t know
why it’s still like I’m caught up
inside a whirlpool
Not an appliance
but applying this science
I psychotically rhyme
And it’s like stars
have aligned all in alliance
Heart of a lion balls of Goliath
Obscene talking the twine
like a beanstalk and the vine
But I keep walking 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
Singing Bagpipes
from Baghdad again
03:54.790,,
a faggot in a Glad bag
Won’t be the last time
I make a dramatic entrance
like that again
You thought I was lying
when I said I think
that I’m crossing the line again
I’ve lost my mind caution
oh God I think I’ve just 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
trying to fucking be quiet
Probably gotta be about
as high as the Jolly Green Giant
After he’s fallen in pollen
next to a killer bee
hive colony trying to sneak by it
While his feet stomp
follow me while I revive rap
I’ma start up a rioting
try to stop it or silence it
You’re not gonna might
s well just hit the block
in your jogging 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 saberless 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 up
Bonnie and Clyde car
Uncle Ronnie was driving
About to burst in
through the side door
Of Arkham Asylum
and park in the dining room
I’m a psychopath I’m a killer
You ain’t ever seen
a motherfucker get realer
A psychopath I’m a killer
Pull an automatic
on anybody sporadic I choose
A psychopath I’m a killer
Cause ain’t nobody killer
no one nobody for realer
A psychopath I’m a killer