I see you (psst, hahaha over here)
Looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah Iâm a psycho, I guess Iâm a psycho
Youâre crazy, I like you, but youâre 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 couldnât 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
Upon the clitoris, I'mm'a get her wet
Sorry to get carried away
I feel stupid cause I ainât did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts
I get vexed but I ainât bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that dame thangâs soaking
Alter ego say Why
you
let
them
gang
bang
folk
in?
Strange Lane hopinâ I can maintain coping
But ainât nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, Iâm suffering, Iâm stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffinâ and puffinâ, hollering, I'm a dog
Afterwards, I like really hot scalding water on my balls
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah Iâm a psycho, I guess Iâm a psycho
Mom? Dad? Iâm no longer the boy you're used to seein'
Iâve changed a lot, plus Iâve grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now Iâm doing things I donât 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, Iâll never rise to fame
But with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jeopardize your name
No lovey-dovey letâs ignite the flame if youâre lucky you'll survive the pain
Sorry that ainât 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, Iâm stressinâ the game if I go to hell, than heaven's to blame
I donât mean to come off crazy but you mothafuckas seem to think that Iâm hella deranged
When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
If you think Iâm lying then ask my mama nigga sheâll go tell you the same
Should I be ashamed? No, Iâm living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent out of shape my nigga let me ask you this
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah Iâm a psycho, I guess Iâm a psycho
I stab you with this mic and rap this verse Iâm rappinâ to you
Matter fact Iâm 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
Canât even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rappinâ to you
Matter of fact act like Iâm rappinâ to you if that gives you passion
To use this an excuse then just jump up out of conclusion
That Iâm attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
Y'all ainât even the shit,no y'all ainât even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots
So Iâm slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
You can call me psychotic but itâs 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 Iâm all about my brain like graduate students
Iâm sorry, I didnât 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 werenât you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think that youâre going berserk...
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah Iâm a psycho, I guess Iâm a psycho
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