Only lyrics of American Psycho

[Sample from the 2000 film American Psycho]
Patrick Bateman: Howard, it’s Bateman. Patrick Bateman
You are my lawyer, so I think you need to know
I have killed many people
Some escort girls in a Uptown apartment
Uh, some homeless, perhaps five or ten
Um, a Nyu girl I met at Central Park
I left her in a parking lot behind a donut shop
I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun
And then a man, some old fagot with a dog
Last week, me …

[Verse: OnlyOne]
I am psychosomatic, firearm, nitric acid spit
I skip all my high school lessons
By frozen glasses
I hold the metal with me, like a micro-magnet
Look at the medical display… the line is flattened
You don’t want to open the budding rockets
I will end up in a cell like cytoplasm
The shell gives a spine
The meter is 12 as students in the chapter of the Bible
I sacrificed a unicorn in Lucifer
I told him I would kill an angel for every man born
Then I grew up some horns, my life like a horrible horror
My life as a movie, I write the music
They never gave condoms to my school before
I will be honest, I don’t know what I will use
I will cut you, Cuban outside the humidifier
Let your fluid throw and won’t catch even two to four
I will go crazy to your clown posse
Walk toward the bullets you are targeting as if they were bouncing by me
Spin
Make sure everyone is connected to a name, then I count bodies
The coffee we hit is not a ground coffee
Is this white coke heroin
A dead man, wear a beige with your eyes
I look at the frozen: American psycho
I will cut both of my ears
Before I let someone not respect my shore here
But the coast is clean
What I mean by that is 2Pac Ghost here
We strangers, they are a point break
Hit you with this .50 Cal, Al-Qaeda, Point-Blank
My weapons madly, leave you dead like shaking
Usual suspect: Kevin Spacey
Separated personalities: Em and shady
I would kill a pregnant lady for a Benz-Mercedes
I can make someone some suicidal cheerful
With a lipoplasty, now you can smile at me
Keys open doors, trees: a key
Cut a ki different every day, like a lock
Open the rented ride as a cockpit
Grunar spraying pesticides as a cultivation dust
Commission’s genocide, you did not detect from the process
Get kidnapped by recognized items
Pitchin ‘White, Snitchin’ like mice and rat
Give him the vertebral taps with a kitchen knife
The way I live is not right
But my shit are tight, yes, my shit are tight