[Sample from the 2000 film American Psycho]
Patrick Bateman: Howard, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman
You're my lawyer, so I think you should know
I've killed a lot of people
Some escort girls in an apartment uptown
Uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten
Um, an NYU girl I met in Central Park
I left her at a parking lot behind some donut shop
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun
And then some man, some old faggot with a dog
Last week, I...
[Verse: OnlyOne]
I'm psychosomatic, pyroclastic, spit nitric acid
Skipped all my high school classes
Sippin' out of ice cold glasses
I keep the metal with me, like a micro-magnet
Look at the medical screen… the line is flattened
You don't wanna open up the missile silo hatches
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell give 'em spinal fractures
The gauge is 12, like the disciples in the Bible chapter
I sacrificed a unicorn to Lucifer
Told him I would kill a angel for every human born
Then I grew some horns, my life like a gruesome horror
My life like a movie, I write the music score
They never handed out condoms at my school before
I'll be honest, I don't know what the fuck I would use 'em for
I will cut you, Cuban out the humidor
Let your fluid pour, and won't even catch a two-to-four
I'll go insane on your clown posse
Walkin' towards the bullets that you aim like they bounce off me
I count bullets
Make sure each one is attached to a name, then I count bodies
The brown that we slang ain't ground coffee
It's that heroin white coke
A dead man walkin', wearin' a blindfold
I stare at him ice cold: American Psycho
I'll cut off both my ears
Before I let someone disrespect my coast in here
But the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point Break
Hit you with that .50 cal, al-Qaeda, point-blank
My weapons crazy, leave you dead like Swayze
Usual Suspect: Kevin Spacey
Split personalities: Em and Shady
I would kill a pregnant lady for a Benz-Mercedes
I can make someone someone suicidal happy
With a lipoplasty, now you can smile at me
Keys open doors, trees: a lockpick
Cut a ki different every day, like a locksmith
Open up the rented ride like a cockpit
The gun spray pesticides like a crop dust
Committin' genocide, you weren't identified by the process
Get abducted by identified flying objects
Pitchin' white, you snitchin' like mice and rat
Give him spinal taps with a kitchen knife
The way I'm livin' isn't right
But my shit is tight, yeah, my shit is tight
[Sample from the 2000 film American Psycho]
Patrick Bateman: ...I killed another girl with a chain saw
I had to. She almost got away. And... someone else there
I can't remember, maybe a model. She's dead too
And, uh, Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face
His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen
I don't wanna leave anything out here
I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people
Maybe 40! I have tapes of a lot of it
Some of the girls have seen the tapes
I even, um, ... I ate some of their brains... and I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I, uh... I just had to kill a lot of people!
And, um, I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it... this time
So, uh, I mean, I guess... I'm a pretty, uh…
I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy
So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar
So, you know... keep your eyes open
Patrick Bateman: Howard, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman
You're my lawyer, so I think you should know
I've killed a lot of people
Some escort girls in an apartment uptown
Uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten
Um, an NYU girl I met in Central Park
I left her at a parking lot behind some donut shop
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun
And then some man, some old faggot with a dog
Last week, I...
[Verse: OnlyOne]
I'm psychosomatic, pyroclastic, spit nitric acid
Skipped all my high school classes
Sippin' out of ice cold glasses
I keep the metal with me, like a micro-magnet
Look at the medical screen… the line is flattened
You don't wanna open up the missile silo hatches
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell give 'em spinal fractures
The gauge is 12, like the disciples in the Bible chapter
I sacrificed a unicorn to Lucifer
Told him I would kill a angel for every human born
Then I grew some horns, my life like a gruesome horror
My life like a movie, I write the music score
They never handed out condoms at my school before
I'll be honest, I don't know what the fuck I would use 'em for
I will cut you, Cuban out the humidor
Let your fluid pour, and won't even catch a two-to-four
I'll go insane on your clown posse
Walkin' towards the bullets that you aim like they bounce off me
I count bullets
Make sure each one is attached to a name, then I count bodies
The brown that we slang ain't ground coffee
It's that heroin white coke
A dead man walkin', wearin' a blindfold
I stare at him ice cold: American Psycho
I'll cut off both my ears
Before I let someone disrespect my coast in here
But the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point Break
Hit you with that .50 cal, al-Qaeda, point-blank
My weapons crazy, leave you dead like Swayze
Usual Suspect: Kevin Spacey
Split personalities: Em and Shady
I would kill a pregnant lady for a Benz-Mercedes
I can make someone someone suicidal happy
With a lipoplasty, now you can smile at me
Keys open doors, trees: a lockpick
Cut a ki different every day, like a locksmith
Open up the rented ride like a cockpit
The gun spray pesticides like a crop dust
Committin' genocide, you weren't identified by the process
Get abducted by identified flying objects
Pitchin' white, you snitchin' like mice and rat
Give him spinal taps with a kitchen knife
The way I'm livin' isn't right
But my shit is tight, yeah, my shit is tight
[Sample from the 2000 film American Psycho]
Patrick Bateman: ...I killed another girl with a chain saw
I had to. She almost got away. And... someone else there
I can't remember, maybe a model. She's dead too
And, uh, Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face
His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen
I don't wanna leave anything out here
I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people
Maybe 40! I have tapes of a lot of it
Some of the girls have seen the tapes
I even, um, ... I ate some of their brains... and I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I, uh... I just had to kill a lot of people!
And, um, I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it... this time
So, uh, I mean, I guess... I'm a pretty, uh…
I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy
So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar
So, you know... keep your eyes open
( OnlyOne )
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