Am I a Psycho?

[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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]

[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..

[Hook]