Listen, Buy, Stream, Mp3 Download and read the lyrics to “American Psycho 2” by D12 featuring B-Real. The song was produced by Mike Elizondo & Dr. Dre.
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Sequels can be tricky waters to navigate, especially if the first instalment is as strong as D12’s Devil’s Night standout “American Psycho.” Easily one of the Dirty Dozen’s most menacing tracks, the Eminem-produced dark anthem was the equivalent to a hip-hop horror movie, exploring thematic territory that would go on to form the basis of Relapse. Throw in equally sinister contributions from a truly deplorable Bizarre and an unhinged Kon Artis, and “American Psycho” is well-deserving of its macabre legacy.
On April 27th, 2004, D12 decided to pen a sequel to the fan-favourite track, upping the adrenaline for the second go-around. This time, the instrumental was laced by none other than Dr. Dre, marking his lone contribution to the Dozen’s sophomore effort. Taking to an eerie guitar riff and equally haunting strings, Swifty Mcvay, Kuniva, Bizarre, and Eminem proceed to snap with a verse apiece, leaving Proof as the only member to never bless an “American Psycho” track.
A vast departure from chapter one, “American Psycho II” is an equally compelling counterpart, albeit one with a one-hundred percent decrease in “miscarriage eating” from Bizarre. With D12 World turning sixteen yesterday, it feels like the perfect time to highlight one of the legendary group’s classic bangers — do you prefer the sequel over part one?
D12 – American Psycho II (ft. B-Real) (prod. Mike Elizondo & Dr. Dre)
Lyrics
[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, homie
I thought we told you, we been fucking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!
[Hook: B-Real]
I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I’m a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain ’cause I’m a psycho
[Verse 1: Swift]
I’m a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold ’em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking
They nose in our business, hoping that I don’t come smoke ’em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I’m a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could fuck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don’t wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to
And I don’t have to read a fucking magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do
[Verse 2: Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain’t fair
And I’m prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say “Hell yeah!”
So watch what you say ’cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I’m dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I’m on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the ‘hood for “the G of the Week”
[Hook: B-Real]
I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I’m a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain ’cause I’m a psycho
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain’t gon’ find me
I’ll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee
And I don’t know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny
I ain’t a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen 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 won’t even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out!
[Verse 4: 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 fucking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D’Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma’s
Trying 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
It’s been two hours and six days and I’m still up
I feel like I’m about to snap any minute
There’s a new Tower Records about 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 shatter his fucking lips with it
[Hook: B-Real]
I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I’m a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain ’cause I’m a psycho
[Outro: Kuniva]
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie
