[Yelawolf]
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
psychopath, I'm a killer
psychopath, I'm a killer)

[Bridge]
Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Staring at the full moon
Did you ever think you [bad word] to find?
Maybe in my dreams

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in class
Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his [bad word] in his [bad word] With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, [bad word] off
Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot
To my inner enemy in [bad word] I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams
With anything less than a full bank
It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun
I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank
The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't
Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard
Every award show, we don't even get considered
How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical
To a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?
Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
Before me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit?
We put the world onto it so watch how you say  [bad word] me"
You just might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl gon' do it
Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time
I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity
And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer

[Verse 2: KXNG CROOKED]
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you [bad word]  word
Making work disappear quick as magic
Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa
Can you imagine a [bad word] flipping bread for the blood?
Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question
I the best with the flexing? [bad word] yes with the goon talk
I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street
CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller
I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer

[Verse 3: Eminem]
The thought of retiring
Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering ironing
What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?
I'm hopin' 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 playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin
With no strings attached
I'm just the product of a hostile environment
But bein' 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 applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme
And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance
Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath
Obscene talkin', the twine like a beanstalk and the vine
But I keep walkin' 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
Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again
In my dad's drag draggin' a [bad word] in a Glad bag
Won