Tech N9ne - Am I A Psycho? Lyrics
[Intro]I see you looking at meLooking at me, so I ask[Hook]Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?Yeah I鈥檓 a psycho, I guess I鈥檓 a psycho[Verse 1: Tech]You鈥檙e crazy, I like you, but you鈥檙e crazy, my tours paid meSo I used that dough to allure ladies (?) bathe meNever know that my minds for sure shadyPure Hades, Rev X Stady couldn鈥檛 endure to save meWhy did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigaretteIn the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris?I鈥檓a get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain鈥檛 did her yetMaybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ain鈥檛 bit her neckOpen! I try to contain it but that damn dame thang鈥檚 soakin鈥br>Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk inStrange Lane hopin鈥I can maintain copingBut ain鈥檛 nobody talkin when the insane mane spokenI like fire on my skin, blood on my drawsFrom up on her walls, I鈥檓 suffering, I鈥檓 stuck in her clawsStuffed in her jaws, huffin鈥and puffin鈥(?) my balls[Hook][Verse 2: Hopsin]Mom? Dad? I鈥檓 no longer the boy you鈥æªe used to seeingI鈥æªe changed a lot, plus I鈥æªe grown to hate every human beingMy mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenesNow I鈥檓 doing things I don鈥檛 normally doWhen illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gainHeck, if I was sane I鈥檇 put down the mic and say ***** it I鈥檒l never rise to fameBut with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jump a 1000 nameNo lovey-dovey let鈥檚 ignite the flame if you鈥檙e lucky you survive the painSorry that ain鈥檛 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 shavePause a minute, I鈥檓 stressin鈥the game if I go to hell, than heaven鈥檚 is to blameI don鈥檛 mean to come off crazy but you motha*****as seem to think that I鈥檓 hella derangedWhen I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brainIf you think I鈥檓 lying then ask my mama nigga she鈥檒l go tell you the sameShould I be ashamed? No, I鈥檓 living my life so ghetto fabulousBefore you get bent outta shape let me ask you this[Hook][Verse 3: B.o.B]I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I鈥檓 rappin鈥to youMatter fact I鈥檓 rapping through you, never say my mother*****ing nameUnless you absolutely have to I am not no *****ing jacketWith no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guruCan鈥檛 even see you niggas, y鈥檃ll wish I was rappin鈥to youMatter of fact act like I鈥檓 rappin鈥to you if that gives you passionTo use as an excuse to jump out of conclusionThat I鈥檓 attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodooY鈥檃ll ain鈥檛 even the shit, no ya鈥檒l ain鈥檛 even the doodooI got more flavor on the tissue paper under my ToobosSo I鈥檓 slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupidBaby sitting little bastards like little afternoon childrenYou can call me psychotic but it鈥檚 more like schizophrenicAnd I can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine isGuess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue isMan I swear I鈥檓 all up out of my brain like graduals studentsI鈥檓 sorry, I didn鈥檛 mean to hurt your feelingsI see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear itBut I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilletThen I鈥檓ma fill it crack when I hit it, then I鈥檓ma spill it back when you ill itDammit Bobit Moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the EarthWhere is your mom? Why do you curse? Where are you from?Where was your birth? Where was you first? Why weren鈥檛 you in church?Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think you鈥檙e going berserk..[Hook]
