Представляем точный текст композиции "American Psycho III" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B-Real . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «American Psycho III» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B-Real передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B-Real - "American Psycho III"
Lyrics to American Psycho III : (feat. Bizarre, Eminem) [Chorus: B-Real] Im a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That Im a psycho Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain Cause Im a psycho [Verse 1: Bizarre] They found Saddam, but they aint gonna find me, Ill be under a tree, In Buttfuck Tennessee, And I dont know too much about my daddy, Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I aint a racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old And joined a fucking gang, Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain Am I insane', who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow wont even remember See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it The fuck out, Run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out [Eminem:] I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of em, Some fell out and hit the floor, All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to My man D Angelo Baily , but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, Tryin to figure whether To use the flat head or the phillips, Or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up Its been two hours and 6 days and Im still up, I feel like Im about to snap any minute, Theres a new Tower Records, Im bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did That shit to Xzibit, and go fill up A whole liquor bottle with piss and go shatter his fuckin lips with it [Chorus: B-Real] Im a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That Im a psycho Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain Cause Im a psycho [Verse 2: B-Real] Now Let Me Give You Just A Little Peak Inside Of The Mind, Now everyday of the week Im destined for crime, Hearin the little voices speaken out at me blind Ya know, the little saying be "youre Sick But Your Fine "but maybe I have a little chemechal imbalance, But I can balance the barrel enough to make you Come out of your apparel, make you sing a little carol, Handsin the air, like your at a concert and Ill rob ya Like I just dont care, now your jewels are my jewels And my tools got pools, your draws got stools, break Yourself fool, what could you do to this maniac and Lunatic that already hasnt been done, go ahead and Shoot him, put him in prison hes just a superstition, Make a decicion, cause if I ever get out of this hole its Perfection, never will change, sick in the brain, spit on Your brain, shit on your name, give me the blame, Im a psycho [ American Psycho III Lyrics ]
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