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Song title: Tech N9ne - Am I A Psycho?

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[Intro]
I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah Iéˆ¥æª“ a psycho, I guess Iéˆ¥æª“ a psycho

[Verse 1: Tech]
Youéˆ¥æª™e crazy, I like you, but youéˆ¥æª™e crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies (?) bathe me
Never know that my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, Rev X Stady couldnéˆ¥æª› 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?
Iéˆ¥æª“a get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ainéˆ¥æª› did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ainéˆ¥æª› bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that damn dame thangéˆ¥æªš soakinéˆ¥br>Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
Strange Lane hopinéˆ¥I can maintain coping
But ainéˆ¥æª› nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, Iéˆ¥æª“ suffering, Iéˆ¥æª“ stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffinéˆ¥and puffinéˆ¥(?) my balls

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Mom? Dad? Iéˆ¥æª“ no longer the boy youéˆ¥æªe used to seeing
Iéˆ¥æªe changed a lot, plus Iéˆ¥æªe grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now Iéˆ¥æª“ doing things I donéˆ¥æª› normally do
When illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane Iéˆ¥æª‡ put down the mic and say fuck it Iéˆ¥æª’l never rise to fame
But with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jump a 1000 name
No lovey-dovey letéˆ¥æªš ignite the flame if youéˆ¥æª™e lucky you survive the pain
Sorry that ainéˆ¥æª› 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, Iéˆ¥æª“ stressinéˆ¥the game if I go to hell, than heavenéˆ¥æªš is to blame
I donéˆ¥æª› mean to come off crazy but you mothafuckas seem to think that Iéˆ¥æª“ hella deranged
When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
If you think Iéˆ¥æª“ lying then ask my mama nigga sheéˆ¥æª’l go tell you the same
Should I be ashamed? No, Iéˆ¥æª“ living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before 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 Iéˆ¥æª“ rappinéˆ¥to you
Matter fact Iéˆ¥æª“ 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
Canéˆ¥æª› even see you niggas, yéˆ¥æªƒll wish I was rappinéˆ¥to you
Matter of fact act like Iéˆ¥æª“ rappinéˆ¥to you if that gives you passion
To use as an excuse to jump out of conclusion
That Iéˆ¥æª“ attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
Yéˆ¥æªƒll ainéˆ¥æª› even the shit, no yaéˆ¥æª’l ainéˆ¥æª› even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos
So Iéˆ¥æª“ slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
You can call me psychotic but itéˆ¥æªš 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 Iéˆ¥æª“ all up out of my brain like graduals students
Iéˆ¥æª“ sorry, I didnéˆ¥æª› 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 skillet
Then Iéˆ¥æª“ma fill it crack when I hit it, then Iéˆ¥æª“ma spill it back when you ill it
Dammit Bobit Moore, 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 werenéˆ¥æª› you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think youéˆ¥æª™e going berserk..

[Hook]