Eminem - 8 Psycho Feat 50 Cent скачать mp3

50 Cent: I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry 50 Cent: Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher 'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections? They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry Eminem: Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out It’s past your curfew when its 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 top. You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry Eminem: I’m as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me, Killing so villainously, Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers, You know what we’re like on the muthafucking mic so try us And you’re gonna find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers. 50 Cent: It’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires, Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn. Eminem: Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn, I’m debating, mutilating the lady, You’ve been waiting for shady And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby, There’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso