Artist: 50 Cent & Eminem Album: Before I Self Destruct Song: Psycho Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: 50 Cent] I can hear your heartbeat you're scared yeah yeah I hear feel your heartbeat, you're scared I can hear your heartbeat you're scared yeah yeah I hear feel your heartbeat, you're scared [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] You see I'm a psycho (Psycho) A sicko (A sicko) I'm crazy (I'm crazy) I said I got my knife boy (Knife boy) I'll kill you (I'll kill you) If you make me (If you make me) They wanna see my shot up (Shot up) Locked up (Locked up) Then cage me (Then cage me) I come back bigger (Bigger) Stronger (Stronger) And angry (And angry) [Verse One: 50 Cent] Yeah! Look look I come from a different crew you fuck with me I'll get to you A clip or two I'll cripple you just cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie mini moe, Nine, Trey pound or Forty fo' Pick a strap then take the Mac the Hawk I stab it in your back I'll blow your brains I know your name and where you rest I make a mess The hollow tips will hit your chest you cough up blood till EMS Come pick you up you know your fucked when you get on the stretcher Cause I come into ICU to see you off to Heaven The system I done been through it there's nothin new done to me They lock me up they let me out you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections They come home get a Nine then commit crime in perfection It's murder one they found a gun now they doin ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's goin terrific Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it [Chorus] [Verse Two: Eminem] Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady/Aftermath clique You pop off the top, it's like openin vats of acid Beat the Octomom to death with Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch yeah there's somethin to jack a batch in Impregnated then chewed up the embryo sack with Mac-10s' Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back-to-back twins That fetus is fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous But I barely scratch the surface, llke my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard, still tryin to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? It's past your curfew when it's 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 tops [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Verse Three: Eminem] Yeah, I'm as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me Killin' so villainously Still as maniacal on the night goin psycho as Michael Myers You know what we're like on the muthafuckin mic, so try us and you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers [Verse Four: 50 Cent] It's operation time they got him hooked up the wires Squeezin me bleedin wheezin breathin he half dead He must ain't know but now he know how Shady the Math is Even murderous tactics get better with practice Led showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn burn!!! School of arts, truly y'all, you better learn learn!!! [Verse Five: Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie, turn turn I'm debatin, mutilatin the lady You've been waitin for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicatin it, baby There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I lost her Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub [Verse Six: 50 Cent] When I'm through with Ricky It'll be blood that he'll cough up The hard rock I'll soft up get caught up and get washed up In Detroit or Norfolk witness this shit end up nautious Look deep in my eye see many many men die I swing gemstars faster than Samurai [Chorus]