Hook:
Just a laid back kid in the norm
But when I step on the stage to perform
And when I go to the microphone I k** it (stabbing noise)
Cuz I ain't nothing but a psycho
Verse 1 (Wasabi):
Happy Halloween!
Rest in pieces trick or treaters
Am I a psycho?
Cuz rapping is making me loco
Feeling in anguish
Carving a banquet but can't write lyrics without starving myself
Putting myself in physical torture but I guess that's why my songs have horror emotion
It's a borderline disorder but the result of devotion
Opening potential for words to be spoken in locomotion
Composing a Mozart woven from a loco growing inside me
And when I step in the high beam the hazard of choking threatens to hide me
I scream but I can't go in hiding, my loco mind guides me
Now I'm melting microphones instead of cones of ice cream
Inserting the cold blood in my lyrics, that's the ice gene
Caught in between careening and remedying
Up and out of control but the words are coming from the soul
I'm a precious gem my discovery is better than finding gum in a knothole
I'm a psycho
Hook
Verse 2 (Wasabi):
They think I'm crazy for rapping from the suburbs
And they're right! I'm a crazy psychotic k**er!
I just got a fetish for k**ing mics and chopping them up into a thousand pieces
And when I'm done I dip them in the blood and eat it, cuz I'm psycho!
The images I spit are gory straight from hell
But their spitting images from the stories I tell
What's that pungent smell?
Oh it's just the corpse of another microphone shell
When little children see that glint in my eyes
It's a hint, take the sign, it's time to hide in the shadows and shrink in size
Then they run inside to their mommas yelling “Wasabi's hungry”
Honestly rap is a little bit too much of an outlet
Making a mild boy into a wild boy
Cuz when I go off I go hard, handful to guard
Coming at you full speed, I might take it too far
Changing directions at supersonic
A weakness and I'm on it
This is why it may be too much, did I say too much?
Went from a quiet boy to a wild person, a tarzan, Einstein's mind can be a burden
The barman and the fireman are coming together to put out mixes
About him pulling a Sherman
Saying thing to people's faces to hurt them
When normally I wouldn't even say it to them in person, even if it wasn't about them
I'm not gonna put down the pen, but I promise not to cross the line
I'm not tryna hurt you when I rhyme
Rapping just brings out the little demon inside, that normally hides
It puts a devilish glow in my eyes
That make me realize, I'm psycho
Hook
Happy f**ing halloween!!!