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, psychopathical killer

(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)

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Sayin' I'm a killer
Did you ever think we [bad word] to find?
Maybe in my dreams

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 the 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 that wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him?
Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
Beef on 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

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever see a [bad word] get realer
(psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
(psychopath, I'm a killer)
Cause ain't nobody iller
Knowing nobody for realer
(psychopath, I'm a killer)

It's an elite drinker, mister 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 traffic blacker than Africa
Can you imagine a [bad word] flipping bread for the blood?
Money like Dracula, hand him some 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

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever see a [bad word] get realer
(psychopath, I'm a killer)
Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
(psychopath, I'm a killer)
Cause ain't nobody iller
Knowing nobody for realer
(psychopath, I'm a killer)

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Sayin' I'm a killer
Did you ever think we [bad word] to find?
Maybe in my dreams

The thought of retiring
Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron
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 isle and
You've probably already been with all the slaughter and iron men
No mood to be playin