Tech N9ne - Am I a Psycho? lyrics

[Intro] I see you (psst, hahaha over here) Looking at me Looking at me, so I ask [Hook] Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I’m a psycho I guess I’m a psycho [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 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 Steady couldn’t endure to save me Why did I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn I palm the cli*oris, I'mma 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***a stare at her breasts I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck Open! I try to contain it but that dame thang’s soaking Alter ego say "Why you let them gang bang folk in?" Strange Lane hoping I can maintain coping But ain’t nobody talking when the insane mane spoken I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws From up on her walls, I’m suffering, I’m stuck in her claws Stuffed in her jaws, huffing and puffing, hollering, I'm a dog Afterwards, 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 seeing I’ve changed a lot, plus I’ve grown to hate every human being My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes Now I’m doing things I don’t normally do when illusion seems To be the only pleasures I can gain Heck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic and said, "f** 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 getting too hairy to shave Pause a minute, I'm stressing again. If I go to hell, than heaven's to blame I don’t mean to come off crazy but you motherf**as seem to think that 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 lying then ask my mama n***a she'll go tell you the same Should I be ashamed? No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulous Before you get bent out of shape, my n***a, 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 you Matter of fact, I’m rapping through you Never say my motherf**ing name unless you absolutely have to I am not no f**ing jacket with no matching shoes And you are not no fashion guru Can’t even see you n***as, y'all wish I was rapping to you Matter of fact, act like I'm rapping to you If that gives you pa**ion to use this as an excuse Then just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attacking you dudes It's just like old fashion voodoo Y'all ain’t even the sh**, no, y'all ain’t even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots So I’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid Babysitting little ba*tards 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 sk**et Then I'mma feel it crack when I hit it Then I'mma split it back when you heal it Dammit 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]