Yelawolf & Travis Barker feat. Michael Myers & Superman Director's Cut Lyrics

Psycho White Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Push 'Em
  • 2 6 Feet Underground
  • 3 Funky Shit
  • 4 Whistle Dixie
  • 5 Director's Cut
  • (Psycho motherfucker)
    (Psycho motherfucker)

    [Verse 1:]
    I took my Buck night
    Stuck it in my bag
    In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class
    And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used
    The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass
    I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out
    She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass
    Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast
    But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past
    Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end
    And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas
    A late night at work, another tailspin
    Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed
    I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"
    "No shit, bitch"
    I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone
    "Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer
    I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed

    I was so mad, that I went sober
    With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack
    (haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out
    That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path
    The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback
    So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas
    And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that

    This must be a movie
    Cause I'm about to roll tape again
    I'm about to make a movie
    Michael Myers and Superman
    "Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
    Michael Myers and Superman
    Is it a game? Or is it insane?
    Michael Myers and Superman

    [Verse 2:]
    I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive
    While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street
    I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted
    Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station
    Barely making it to the pump
    I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk
    Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
    As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head
    To leave him dead, but no, fuck it
    I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket
    I ain't killing in public
    It ain't in my budget
    The door, I budged it
    Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought
    Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad
    I had a reason to go see her now
    Other than to lay her down
    I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found
    I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station
    Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient
    Movie in the making
    So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked
    Made it harder to see what was in front of me
    But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor
    With a leak in the door
    The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore
    Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot
    While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot
    I mulled over the plot
    "When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a [?]lock, with a rope and a sock
    Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock
    And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers
    With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"
    When I make it to his knees
    While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
    I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you
    While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw
    And this is only preview to scene 2!
    Take 1




    "Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"
    Is it a game? Or is it insane?

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