[Chorus - B-Real]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 psycho[Verse 1 -
Swift]I'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 do[Verse 2 -
Kuniva]We 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
week[Chorus][Verse 3 - Bizzare]They 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
out[Verse 4 - 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 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[Chorus]