Psycho Lyrics - Before I Self Destruct - 50 Cent

I can hear your heartbeat you're scared, yeah 

Yeah, I hear your heartbeat, you're scared 

I can hear your heartbeat you're scared, yeah 

Yeah, I hear your heartbeat, you're scared 

You see I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy 

I said I got my knife, boy, I'll kill you if you make me 

They wanna see my shot up, locked up then cage me 

I come back bigger, stronger and angry 

Look, look I come from a different crew you fuck with me I'll get to you 

A clip or two I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do 

Pistol pop a pussy drop, drama never ever stop 

Eenie meenie mini moe, nine, Trey pound or forty fo' 

Pick a strap then take the Mac the Hawk I stab it in your back 

I'll blow your brains I know your name and where you rest I make a mess 

The hollow tips will hit your chest you cough up blood till EMS 

Come pick you up you know your fucked when you get on the stretcher 

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'Cause I come into ICU to see you off to heaven 

The system I done been through it there's nothin' new done to me 

They lock me up, they let me out you seen this in the movies 

The criminals be criminals while they up in corrections 

They come home get a nine then commit crime in perfection 

It's murder one they found a gun, now they doin' ballistics 

But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's goin' terrific 

Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it 

You see I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy 

I said I got my knife, boy, I'll kill you if you make me 

They wanna see my shot up, locked up then cage me 

I come back bigger, stronger and angry 

Man these are average raps, I'm keepin' the savage batch hidden 

The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath clique 

You pop off the top, it's like openin' vats of acid 

Beat the Octomom to death with Cabbage Patch Kid 

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Attack and snatch at this, somethin' to jack a bad chin 

Impregnated then chewed up the embryo sack with Mac-10s' 

Triplets, quadruplets, and a couple of back to back twins 

That fetus is fallin' out all over, Jack is back again 

The Ripper's at your service, girl I can see that you're nervous 

But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends 

That I buried in my fuckin' backyard, still tryin' to dig their way out 

I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out? 

It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searchin' for you in the park 

Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit his mark 

He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up 

Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block 

Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop 

'Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops 

CSI, they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props 

The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter tops 

You see I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy 

I said I got my knife, boy, I'll kill you if you make me 

They wanna see my shot up, locked up then cage me 

I come back bigger, stronger and angry 

Yeah, I'm as ill as can be, my appeal is to serial killers 

What appeal is to me, killin' so villainously 

Still as maniacal on the night goin' psycho as Michael Myers 

You know what we're like on the muthafuckin' mic, so try us 

And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers 

It's operation time they got him hooked up the wires 

Squeezin' me bleedin', wheezin', breathin' he half dead 

He must ain't know but now he know how Shady the 'Math is 

Even murderous tactics get better with practice 

Led showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn, burn 

School of arts, truly y'all, you better learn, learn 

Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie, turn, turn 

I'm debatin', mutilatin' the lady 

You've been waitin' for Shady and Fif ain't no duplicatin, it, baby 

There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer 

I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her 

Arms and legs in the garbage 'cause the rest of her, I lost her 

Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her 

I put her on the ringer and hung her over the wash tub 

When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up 

The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up 

In Detroit or Norfolk witness this shit end up nauseous 

Look deep in my eye see many many men die 

I swing gemstars faster than samurai 

You see I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy 

I said I got my knife, boy, I'll kill you if you make me 

They wanna see my shot up, locked up then cage me 

I come back bigger, stronger and angry