Am I a Psycho? (feat. B.o.B. and Hopsin) (Explicit) Lyrics
Am I a Psycho? (feat. B.o.B. and Hopsin) - Tech N9ne
I see you
I see you looking at me
Looking at me so I ask
Am I a psycho
Am I a psycho
Yeah I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho
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 said that he couldn't endure to save me
Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette
In the same spot ten times in a row
When I felt that burn I palm the clitoris I'ma get her wet
Sorry to get carried away
I feel stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine n**ga stare at her breasts
I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck
Open I try to contain it but that dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say
Why you let them gangbang folk in
Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain copin'
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 sufferin' I'm stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws huffin' and puffin' hollerin' I'm a dog
Afterwards I like really hot scaldin' water on my balls
Am I a psycho
Am I a psycho
Yeah I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho
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 bein'
My mood swings have now turned
My dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doin' 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 said
F**k 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 gettin' too hairy to shave
Pause a minute I'm stressin' again
If I go to Hell then Heaven's to blame
I don't mean to come off crazy
But you mothaf**kas seem to think 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 lyin' then ask my mama
N**ga she'll go tell you the same
Should I be ashamed no
I'm livin' my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent out of shape
My n**ga let me ask you this
Am I a psycho
Am I a psycho
Yeah I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho
I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I'm rappin' to you
Matter of fact I'm rappin' through you
Never say my motherf**kin' name
Unless you absolutely have to
I am not no f**kin' jacket with no matchin' shoes
And you are not no fashion guru
Can't even see you n**gas 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 as an excuse
Then just jump up out of conclusion
That I'm attackin' you dudes it's just like old fashion voodoo
Y'all ain't even the sh*t no y'all ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots
So I'm slappin' you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Babysittin' little bastards like little afternoon children
You can call me psychotic but it's more like schizophrenic
And I can't sleep 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 were to peel it back with a skillet
Then I'ma feel it crack when I hit it
Then I'ma split it back when you heal it
D**n it Bobby boy
What in the hell
What in the heaven
What in the Earth
Where is your mom
What are you cursed
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 goin' berserk
Am I a psycho
Am I a psycho
Yeah I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho
Am I a psycho
Am I a psycho
Yeah I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a psycho