I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting I'm (what), a human mutt fuck a being I'm a dog Fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit, yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin' through when he's writin' his rhyme You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry, then I'm gonna laugh at you Carrie You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago's pythons so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was living (aight) Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin' to stare at You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams