Eminem 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-(gus)-ting I'm (white), a human mutt, fuck a
being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin '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 walkin, talkin,
ouija board Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke
this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la,
ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. 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, motherfuckin schitzo So
disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
This verse was his urge 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 it when he's writin
his rhyme?

Chorus: Eminem 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

Bizarre It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/GAX(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 burnin, it ain't cause of
disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline
mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco
Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm
startin my own world It's called Bizarre
Cemetary, it's scary Eatin a virgin's cherry,
they're all gonna laugh at you Carey

Chorus

Kon Artis 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 (?) Dragon's
python 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
livin (aight) Crossdressed 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

Chorus