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10 years ago
Am I a Psycho?Tech N9neFacebookTwitterSharePlay[Intro]I see you (psst, hahaha over here)Looking at meLooking at me, so I ask[Hook]Am I a psycho?Am I a psycho?Yeah, I’m a psychoI guess I’m a psycho[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]You’re crazyI like you, but you’re crazyMy tours paid me, so I used that dough to allure ladiesTo manure bathe meNever that, my mind's for sure shadyPure Hades, Rev X Steady couldn’t endure to save meWhy did I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigaretteIn the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burnI palm the clitoris, I'mma get her wetSorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yetMaybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breastsI get vexed so N9ne bit her neckOpen! I try to contain it but that dame thang’s soakingAlter ego say "Why you let them gang bang folk in?"Strange Lane hoping I can maintain copingBut ain’t nobody talking when the insane mane spokenI like fire on my skin, blood on my drawsFrom up on her walls, I’m suffering, I’m stuck in her clawsStuffed in her jaws, huffing and puffing, hollering, I'm a dogAfterwards, 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 seeingI’ve changed a lot, plus I’ve grown to hate every human beingMy mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenesNow I’m doing things I don’t normally do when illusion seemsTo be the only pleasures I can gainHeck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic and said, "Fuck it, I'll never rise to fame"But with the wicked wreckage I contain, I could probably jeopardize your nameNo lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame. If you’re lucky you'll survive the painSorry 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 shavePause a minute, I'm stressing again. If I go to hell, than heaven's to blameI don’t mean to come off crazy but you motherfuckas seem to think that I’m hella derangedWhen I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brainIf you think I’m lying then ask my mama nigga she'll go tell you the sameShould I be ashamed? No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulousBefore 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 rapping to youMatter of fact, I’m rapping through youNever say my motherfucking name unless you absolutely have toI am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoesAnd you are not no fashion guruCan’t even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rapping to youMatter of fact, act like I'm rapping to youIf that gives you passion to use this as an excuseThen just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attacking you dudesIt's just like old fashion voodooY'all ain’t even the shit, no, y'all ain’t even the doodooI got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two bootsSo I’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupidBabysitting little bastards like little afternoon childrenYou can call me psychotic but it’s more like schizophrenicAnd I can't sleep can anyone tell me just where my medicine is?Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue isMan, I swear I'm all about my brain like graduate studentsI'm sorry, I didn't 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 were to peel it back with a skilletThen I'mma feel it crack when I hit itThen I'mma split it back when you heal itDammit 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 going berserk[Hook x2]