(Explain [Intro] I see you (psst, hahaha over here) Looking at me Looking at me, so I ask
[Hook] Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] You’re crazy, I like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me So I used that dough to allure ladies, to manure bathe me Never that, my mind's for sure shady Pure Hades, Rev X Steady couldn’t endure to save me Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn I palm the clitoris, I'mm'a get her wet Sorry to get carried away I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yet Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts I get vexed but I ain’t bit her neck Open! I try to contain it but that dame thang’s soaking Alter ego say "Why you let them gang bang folk in?" Strange Lane hopin’ I can maintain coping But ain’t nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws From up on her walls, I’m suffering, I’m stuck in her claws Stuffed in her jaws, huffin’ and puffin’, hollering, I'm a dog Afterwards, I like really hot scalding water on my balls
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[Verse 2: Hopsin] Mom? Dad? I’m no longer the boy you're used to seein' I’ve changed a lot, plus I’ve grown to hate every human being My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes Now I’m doing things I don’t normally do When illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain Heck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic and say "fuck it" I’ll never rise to fame but with the wicked wreckage I contain I could probably jeopardize your name No lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame if you’re lucky you'll survive the pain Sorry that ain’t very merry to say why is this game so scary to play? Well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave Pause a minute, I’m stressin’ again if I go to hell, than heaven's to blame I don’t mean to come off crazy but you mothafuckas Seem to think that I’m hella deranged When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain If you think I’m lying then ask my mama nigga she’ll go tell you the same Should I be ashamed?No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulous Before you get bent out of shape my nigga let me ask you this
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[Verse 3: B.o.B] I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I’m rappin’ to you Matter fact I’m rapping through you never say my motherfucking name Unless you absolutely have to I am not no fucking jacket With no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru Can’t even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rappin’ to you Matter of fact act like I’m rappin’ to you if that gives you passion To use this an excuse then just jump up out of conclusion That I’m attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo Y'all ain’t even the shit,no y'all ain’t even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots So I’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children You can call me psychotic but it’s more like schizophrenic And I can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is Man I swear I’m all about my brain like graduate students I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet Then I'mma feel it crack when I hit it,then I'mma spill it back when you heal it Dammit Bobby boy, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth Where is your mom? Why do you curse? Where are you from? Where was your birth? Where was you first? Why weren’t you in church? Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think that you’re going berserk..
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