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  • Текст песни Eminem ft. 50 Cent - Psycho

    Исполнитель: Eminem ft. 50 Cent
    Название песни: Psycho
    Дата добавления: 16.05.2016 | 15:15:17
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    50 Cent:
    I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
    I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared
    I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
    I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared

    You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
    I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
    They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
    I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry

    50 Cent:
    Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you
    A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
    Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
    Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44
    Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back
    I'll blow your brains, I know your name
    And where you rest, I'll make a mess
    The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS
    Come pick you up, You know you fucked
    When you get on a stretcher
    'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven
    The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me
    They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies
    The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?
    They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection
    It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
    But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific
    He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it

    You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
    I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
    They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
    I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry

    Eminem:
    Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden
    The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
    You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid
    Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
    Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in
    Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
    Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
    Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again
    The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous
    But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends
    That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out
    I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
    It’s past your curfew when its dark, I’m searchin for you in the park
    Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
    He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up
    Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
    Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
    Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
    CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
    The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.

    You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
    I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
    They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
    I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry

    Eminem:
    I’m as ill as can be
    My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,
    Killing so villainously,
    Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,
    You know what we’re like on the muthafucking mic so try us
    And you’re gonna find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers.

    50 Cent:
    It’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires,
    Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
    He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,
    Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,
    Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
    Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.

    Eminem:
    Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,
    I’m debating, mutilating the lady,
    You’ve been waiting for shady
    And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby,
    There’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso
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