[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Patrick Bateman with this rap shit, American Psycho
Wall Street steal yo’ life quick, been homicidal
D-D-Dinners at Dorsia, ill intentions and greed (heh)
There’s an idea but there’s no real me
Murder, murder, kill, kill, so I feel like I’m living
Murder, murder, kill, kill, never facing conviction
Murder, murder, kill, kill, like I’m Christian Bale
B-B-Business card bone with the Silian Rail
[Verse 1 - Sly deSilva]
Do you like Huey Lewis and the News?
Hope you do, cause you ain’t gon’ hear nothin' else real soon (heh)
I got that axe in the back room
Haulin' off ya body in that Jean Paul Gaultier bag (uh)
Rob the poor by day, stalk my prey by night
Murder, murder, kill, kill, that’s that Wall Street life (heh)
Who you think profit off all the guns and the crack?
The root of all evil, count it up by the stack
Got bodies on bodies, fuck thotties on thotties
No remorse and no morals put me in brand new Bugattis
So me? I don’t give one solitary fuck
How I sleep at night? Just fine with both eyes shut
[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Patrick Bateman with this rap shit, American Psycho
Wall Street steal yo’ life quick, been homicidal
D-D-Dinners at Dorsia, ill intentions and greed (heh)
There’s an idea but there’s no real me
Murder, murder, kill, kill, so I feel like I’m living
Murder, murder, kill, kill, never facing conviction
Murder, murder, kill, kill, like I’m Christian Bale
B-B-Business card bone with the Silian Rail
[Verse 2 - Nacho Picasso]
Got a knife tatted on my cheek, American Psycho (yeah)
Think I’m ol’ fucking Ralphie (pleaaase)
I get high and used to lean, the American Eiffel (woah)
African-American, America’s rival (blaow, blaow, blaow)
I’ma pull my dick out, that’s American eyeful (ew)
Some think I’m insightful, others arrogant, spiteful (heh)
I’m a sight for sore eyes, but to parents I’m frightful (oooh)
But they daughter a nympho and my dick game delighful (aaah)
I’m psychotic, neurotic, and these narcotics are not it
But since we got it and bought it, we might as well watch The Hobbit (heh)
I did a bump of that product and it done made me melodic
I got the blues like Hpnotiq
I pay my dues like an audit (tax)
Norman Bates, same traits
Patrick Bateman, going ape man
Fuck the heartland, this the hateland (brrr)
Free bands in the slave land (yeah)
Caveman wearing Ray Bans (yeah)
Ignore the state, Watergate, Can’t catch a break
Hop a freight (wheeee), hella ways, I’ll save your place
Ignore the state, Watergate, Can’t catch a break
Hop a freight, hella ways, I’ll save your place
[Verse 3 - Sly deSilva]
Guns, drugs, blood I’m American dreaming (yeah)
Lie, cheat, steal I’m American scheming (yeah)
Greed, money, murder leave America bleeding (uh)
Sly deSilva, All-American Demon (hahaha)
Blend in when I wanna, my face is my mask
The wolf that walks among ya, business suit high class
Illusory entity, I’m a sociopath
Antisocial personality gettin' all of this cash
Got Hugo Boss, chainsaws, Gucci shoes and bloody palms
Armani suits, an Uzi, knives, power tools and Louis Vuitton
Superficially charming, got stature and swagger
But inside? (ha-ha)
Inside don’t matter
[Hook - Sly deSilva]
Patrick Bateman with this rap shit, American Psycho
Wall Street steal yo’ life quick, been homicidal
D-D-Dinners at Dorsia, ill intentions and greed (heh)
There’s an idea but there’s no real me
Murder, murder, kill, kill, so I feel like I’m living
Murder, murder, kill, kill, never facing conviction
Murder, murder, kill, kill, like I’m Christian Bale
B-B-Business card bone with the Silian Rail
