Off of D12’s debut album Devil’s Night named after the famous holiday in Detroit on the night before Halloween October 30th[Intro: Eminem]

A-houw!

A-houw!

A-houw!

[Verse 1: Eminem & Bizarre]

I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing

The results of much too many drugs' what you're seeing

I'm a mindfuck, completely disgu-uh-uh-sting (Chk-chk)

(I'm what?) A human mutt, fuck a being

I'm a dog, fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all

I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve

Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers

Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor

Each thought's completely warped

I'm like a walking, talking Ouija board

Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before

Hem-de-lay-la, eni-nich-me-nough-mi-niche-mick-norf

Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em

'Til you scared to stare into any mirrors when you're near 'em?

Well, if so, get ready for some shit, yo

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit, no, motherfucking schizo

So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes

Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes

Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't fizzuck with

So-someone this disturbed (Sa-sippin' on si-zzurp)

So lock your doors, drop to the floors

Get your shotguns drawn, here comes another Clockwork Orange

Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind? (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

What the fuck you think's goin' through it when he's writin' his rhyme?

[Chorus: Eminem]

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You'll feel his pain in his silent screams

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You'll feel his pain in his violent screams

(A-houw!)

[Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem]

It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again

Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (Hey, hop on)

My girlfriend's a crackhead whore, she'll come to your door

And suck your dick on the floor and take your bottles to the store (Nigga, I'm takin' these)

Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat (Beat)

Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? (Dumb whore! Ow, ow!)

My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (Dad, it's me)

I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face (I'm—)

And I ain't got no food, my job, I've been cheated

My girlfriend had a miscarriage, I had to eat it (I'm sorry, oh)

My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease

Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (Ah, ah, ah)

I'm living in Waco, Texas, me and my girl

Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world

It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary

Eating a virgin's cherry; they're all gonna laugh at you, Carrie! (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus: Eminem & Bizarre]

Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You'll feel his pain in his silent screams (You 'bout to)

Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You'll feel his pain in his violent screams

(A-houw!)

[Verse 3: Kon Artis, Eminem & Both]

I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed

The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed

Of nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's

Got more power than five of Ivan Drago's pythons

So, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller

Psycho slash, Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"

Rifle slash knife, faggot, that's your "Cop Killer" (Agh)

As a youngin, I was beat where I was living (Aight)

Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women's prison (You're not)

I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum

Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin (Ha)

Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings

To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children

I'm vulgaric, you're Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace

So you can have somethin' to stare at (A-houw!)

[Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis]

Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You'll feel his pain in his silent screams (You 'bout to)

Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer

Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!)

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams

You'll feel his pain in his silent screams

(A-houw!)

[Intro: Bizarre & Eminem]

Ha-ha-ha-ha (Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Ayy, what the fuck

You crazy motherfucker (A-houw!)

Ha, you're crazy

(A-houw!)

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(A-houw!)